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mxnkeydo · 9 months

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so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 1.58k

✧ warnings: mild use of swearing

✧ link to masterlist

✧ link to chapter six

✧ link to chapter eight

✧ A/N: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SM AHHHH i hope you love it as much as i do!!!! (i know this chapter is all fluff, but be prepared for some angsty chapters ahead...MUAHAHAHAHA)

✧ taglist: @swans-chirping-in-the-distance @somerandomhuman080 @foxglove-and-foxfire-lover @carolineforbae

reblogs would be most appreciated! :)))

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CHAPTER SEVEN

“Why the hell is your shirt so wet?”

Keefe stopped in his tracks, mentally bracing himself for an argument or a lecture. Slowly, he turned to face his father.

“It’s nothing,” he settled for, trying to escape the situation, but Cassius took one big stride closer to grip his son’s varsity jacket by the collar. Keefe whipped his head to the side; the cigarette smell coming from his mouth was too much to bear.

“Oh, but it’s something,” his father insisted. “What did you do this time, you useless delinquent?”

“I got paint on my shirt, that’s all!”

“Well. Wouldn’t expect anything better from you.” Cassius snorted. “No dinner for you tonight. Go up to your room and stay there, you hear me boy?”

Keefe’s rebellious streak suddenly emerged and he shot back, “I’m not ability challenged, you know. I can hear just fine.”

Cassius shoved him back so hard, Keefe hit the wall with an “oof”. His father only laughed cruelly and strolled the other way like he hadn’t just abused his only son–whose elbow was probably damaged from the impact. Keefe gripped his injured arm and scurried up the stairs, half in fear and half because he needed to get away from everyone. There was someone who could make him feel better, but he was too tired to call her. Plus, he was ninety-nine percent sure she wouldn’t want to be around a depressed kid who didn’t have his feelings set straight. In this state, he would most likely embarrass himself in the worst way possible. It was better for everyone if he was left alone.

Just before Keefe went to sleep, he removed the false bottom from his drawer and rummaged through. Once his fingers brushed against a spiral notebook, he pulled it out and settled in his bed, taking off his shirt to wrap it around his arm like a sling. And with a deep breath, he pressed his pencil to the paper.

Keefe let his hands completely take over, drawing curved lines and shading different sections. He drew two perfect eyes, tiny flecks surrounding the iris. He sketched her full lips, her blinding beam, the way her left eye had more lashes than the other since she always pulled on them.

When he was finished, he was left with a portrait of Sophie Elizabeth Foster staring up at him with a wide, innocent look. Keefe gripped his notebook, not able to take his eyes off her. How a girl like her had come into his life so suddenly, he didn’t know. But the universe seemed to taunt him with the fact that she would never be his.

The funny part? Keefe already belonged to her.

✧✧✧

Sophie and Keefe had just stepped into her house when her phone rang with a notification. “What now?” Sophie sighed as she pulled it out. Keefe leaned forward to see but the glare of the lights made it extremely difficult. He watched Sophie instead, as her eyes widened and her brows rose far above her hairline.

“What happened?” Keefe dared to ask, only to be hit by the Foster frenzy Sophie was going through.

“Oh, shit! I am so sorry, Keefe, I can’t do our session today. Fitz and I have a date at four that I can’t cancel. I don’t even have time to get ready!”

Keefe wilted visibly at his ex best friend’s name. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his watch: three thirty-six.

“It’s fine.” At his tutee’s agitated expression, he said, “It’s fine, Foster. Really. I don’t mind.” But in his head, he thought fiercely, oh, but I do mind. I mind very much.

That very thought evaporated when Sophie shot him a grateful smile, leaving his brain blank and useless for anything other than gawking at her. “Thank you so much,” she said in one breath. “I’ll drop you off on the way, alright?” Leaving no room for an argument, she dropped her bag at the bottom of the staircase and dashed up to her room.

Silence. The ginormous gold clock hanging on the living room wall ticked mercilessly. Keefe pinned his eyes to the minute hand and watched it make its way around the circular surface.

3:37

3:38

3:39

Once that got boring, Keefe began to explore the house. It was extremely quiet, of course; Grady was probably at work, and maybe Edaline was out running errands. But even with no one present, he could still imagine the joyful memories made here: baking in the kitchen, games in the main room, happy meals in the dining area. Upon the sight of that glass table, Keefe was brought back to the time when Sophie invited him to dinner. It was ridiculously awkward, of course, but that didn’t mean he hated it entirely. In fact, it was probably his first time in ages having home-cooked food with other people; he and his father usually got takeout and ate in their separate chambers.

At this point, Keefe was near the stairs, admiring himself in the mirror hanging off one of the walls, flexing his injured elbow. And at this precise moment, Sophie chose to emerge from her bedroom.

The soft taps of her converse jolted him out of his narcissistic trance, causing him to look up. Once he set his eyes on her, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

Unlike Biana, Sophie wasn’t much for sparkles and extravaganza, yet somehow she managed to make everything look good. Keefe ran his eyes over the simple white crop top, her denim shorts, and the pink and blue flannel she’d thrown on over it as she descended like a regal queen. Her hair was down as usual, like a graceful waterfall, but she’d braided it in a half-up half-down hairdo. She was gorgeous, she was stunning, she was beautiful, and Keefe couldn’t help but stare.

Sophie looked at him through her lashes. “Keefe? Keefe! C’mon, let’s g–”

It all played out in slow motion. On the second to last step of the stairs, Sophie yelped, tripping over her own feet, arms pinwheeling in an attempt to regain balance. As she fell backward, Keefe grabbed her hand and planted his on her back, promptly preventing her from splitting her head open on the steps.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, Keefe thought in a blur of thrill and shock. Because in this position, with Sophie in his arms, her lips were closer than they ever had been before. In the next few seconds, their choppy breaths synchronized with one another like a harmony to a melody. For some reason, Keefe seemed to feel everything but nothing at once. It was a curious emotion, one he’d never felt prior to Sophie’s appearance in his life, but it resurfaced every time he was within a six-feet radius of her. He was one-hundred percent sure Sophie could hear the wild, hysteric beat of his heart.

She was a mess of gorgeous chaos, he could see it clearer than anything in her eyes. He looked at her fondly, savoring the moment before it ended; Keefe knew it was only for a few seconds, but to him it lasted an eternity

She has a boyfriend, an unelpful voice sang in his head. Clearing his throat, Keefe pulled her to a standing position.

“That was quite the fall, Foster,” he said to break the tense silence. A bright red color crept onto Sophie’s cheeks. “You really know how to make a dramatic entrance, don’t you?”

“I didn’t fall,” she muttered defiantly as they walked to the door, still flustered. “I just— attacked the floor.”

Keefe lifted one eyebrow. “Backwards?”

“I’m freaking talented, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Foster,” Keefe said, grinning like a maniac. A minute passed before Sophie glanced over again and said,

“Quit smirking at me!”

“I’m not smirking.”

“Well stop laughing at me, I’m serious!”

“I’m not laughing!” Sophie crossed her arms, frowning. Keefe could sense the irritation building up inside of her and couldn’t resist feeling somewhat proud that he was able to get a rise out of her so quickly.

“Then quit whatever it is you’re doing.”

“This is just me with a cheery disposition, a ray of sunshine in the mist of bleakness! Don’t put a cloud over my sunshine– OW!”

Sophie was the one smirking now, her arm still outstretched from flinging her purse at his head (with a surprising amount of force that Keefe hadn’t anticipated). In her eyes was an evil glint, the one he’d seen when Ms. Clarette had forced Sophie to apologize for smacking him with that book of hers.

When she brushed her hair out of her face and strided towards her car, he swore he spotted a hint of a genuine smile on her face. Out of the blue, he wondered what ran through her head when someone said his name. Did her stomach flutter nervously like his did? Did she feel giddy too?

Of course she didn’t. She had Fitz to think about, didn’t she? She already had someone to fawn over.

But he just couldn’t stay mad, seeing her cute pout while she struggled to open the car door before realizing she hadn’t unlocked it yet. Keefe snickered, stopping abruptly when Sophie shot him a glare that could kill. “Just get in the fucking car, Sencen,” she said exasperatedly. Trying his best to forget his crush was going on a date with his ex best friend, Keefe gave her a mock salute.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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lowkey (jjk) | 13.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.1k

warnings: cussing/mature language, indications of an unhealthy relationship, heated arguments, accidental calls, more thinking, peanut feels for kook even thru all this shit, more of a calm chapter focused on some good ol’ mom and daughter time

You figured going home would be nice, and you would have never expected it to be such a nightmare. Just as you had mentioned to Jungkook, it wasn't necessarily a surprise that your mother and father weren't getting along. Your mom tried, she really did. So did your dad. But there was only so much she could handle, and god, do you admire her strength throughout all of this.

Really, all you wanted to do was come home. Be at peace. Be away from school, the parties, the unnecessary drama— even if it was just for a weekend.

That didn't seem like an option today.

The moment you parked your car and stepped foot through the front door, you were greeted by your beautiful mother slamming things around the kitchen, banging pots and pans and cabinet doors.

"Honey, jeez." She jumps seeing you silently standing there.

"What's the fuss about?" You look around, still hearing your dad talking loudly in his office space.

"It's nothing." She deeply sighs.

"Okay, mom. Really doesn't sound like it."

"He's just pissed about work and bringing it here. We had plans next weekend and he needs to cancel. He thinks I'm making a big deal out of it." At this point, your father is making his way into the kitchen, his facial expression softening when he sees you. You give him a small, pursed smile, before setting your things down.

"Hey sweetheart. I'm sorry you had to come home to this, your mom hasn't been very understanding—" He places his hands on his hips.

"Oh, so it's on me now? When you were the one raising your voice instead of having a normal conversation like two, grown married adults should?" Your mom cuts in.

"Really? I didn't want to come home to this, you know? It's been quite the ride at school already." You look at your parents before shaking your head and heading up to your room with your duffle bag.

"See, look at you. Must I remind you that your relationship with our daughter is still on thin ice?" Your mom says, watching as you trail up to your old room.

"Yeah, you remind me every single day. You don't think I try? This wouldn't have happened if you didn't have to be so dramatic about our plans getting cancelled."

"Dramatic? All I said was that we hadn't had a weekend away in such a long time, you always put work first."

"It's almost like you're rubbing it in my face—" The argument continues on and on, goes in circles. Shit is just hurting your head at this point, and all you really see yourself doing is locking yourself away in the room. Which is great, really, because you could have just stayed in your studio if you wanted to shut the world out and be alone like this.

Silence doesn't come until a couple of minutes later, after your father says he's leaving to go have a drink with his friends and slams the front door. You continue to browse on your laptop, pulling up some online assignments when you know damn well you aren't in the mood to get these done tonight.

"Hey." Your mom does a soft knock before popping her head in.

"Hey mom."

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want you to come home to this chaos."

"It's okay." You give her a toothless smile.

"Busy?"

"Mm, not really. I have some homework to do but it's nothing too difficult."

"Do you wanna have a girls day? We can get our nails done and go do some retail therapy?" She smiles sweetly at you, and that's the moment you knew you couldn't turn her down. You had missed your mom more than anything, wanted her comfort and her support more than anything. You knew she had been needing you too, being that you were rarely visiting home due to the rocky relationship you had with your father.

Overall, she needed you, and you needed her.

"Sure." You shut your laptop and set it aside on your bed.

"Okay. Let me get changed and we can go, okay?" She taps the door frame before walking off to get changed. You set your things aside before grabbing a jacket and heading downstairs. You slip into your shoes as soon as you see your mom coming down the stairs, purse slung over her shoulder and keys in hand.

As promised, you and your mom head over to your favorite nail salon, greeting the workers and having comforting conversations with them as you get pampered. You hadn't been there in awhile, being that you and your mom had gone pretty often while you were still in high school. As much as you didn't wanna dwell on school right now, you couldn't help but keep them updated on how school was going, how you were doing— simply keeping your answer to a 'no' when asked if you had a new boyfriend. Your mom caught on how your expression fell a bit, how you managed to break eye contact and look out the window instead, but she knew you would tell her whenever you were ready.

She just hoped it wasn't Seokjin again because you were doing so good for awhile. So good without him, so good without him treating you like you were an option and not a priority.

After getting your nails done, your mom had brought you over to the mall nearest home, which also happened to be the biggest mall around on this side of town. It was one of those days where you most definitely didn't need more clothes or shoes, but you were just gonna say fuck it. You were gonna indulge on this retail therapy with your mom and let go of any stress, negative feelings. Times like this really did make you miss your mom ten times more, it made you appreciate her and the time you spent together. It reminded you of how strong your mom was and how beautiful her soul was, how she always tried to remain positive even on the darkest of days.

Your mom deserved better.

As you sit across from her on the table, you fiddled with the straw in your water, nervous about bringing up the fact that you believe your mom would be better off without your father. She always would have been better off, but who were you to say? A big part of you was still angry, had trouble forgiving him. Maybe all of this was your anger talking. You didn't understand what it was truly like for your mother.

"You okay, sweetpea?" She cocks her head to the side as she examines your face, body language. Tries to get a feel for what is bothering you.

"Yeah." You say breathily before giving off a toothless smile.

"What's the matter?"

"Mom, promise it's nothing."

"Hm." She hums before chuckling. "Funny that you think you can hide from your own mother." She winks, making you let out a small laugh as your shake your head.

"It's kind of dumb, to be honest? Just some weird boy problems." Her eyes widen as she nods.

"Oh? Boy problems as in Seokjin?"

"No."

"Bless her soul." She lets out a breath as if she had been holding it this entire time, waiting for your response. "Who is this new man then? Was he the one you got sad about in the salon?"

"What? I wasn't sad—"

"Give it up." She laughs. "I saw how your face dropped."

"Damn, I really can't hide anything from you, huh?"

"Damn right."

"His name is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

"Please, do enlighten your mother about this Jungkook." And so you do. You give her the knitty gritty about Jungkook over dinner— how him and his friends were considered the 'nerds,' the accident [with lots of reassurance and buttering your mom up after she briefly scolded you for not being careful and truthful], o chem tutoring, your feelings for him.

How you still feel for him, fake relationship and all. Fake relationship or not.

How you miss him, the old him, before you turned him into this attention-seeking person. Someone who got caught up in the whirlwind of this mess.

"Honey, you should have just told him how you felt. It sounds like he really did care for you even throughout all of this, there may have just been a misunderstanding. Lots of assumptions getting in the way."

"I—I don't know." You sighed, taking a spoonful of your mashed potatoes into your mouth. "He kept saying he didn't wanna disappoint me anymore or upset me, it almost made me feel like part of him really just wanted Jennie in the beginning. It should have never gotten to this point, anyway. It didn’t need to."

"Ah, it is something new to him, you know? He's never had this kind of attention, I can't really blame the guy for getting excited and.. caught up in it. It's a new playing field for him, I'm sure he didn't mean to intentionally hurt you in the process. But also, he should have been better. You both should have been better at communicating. These are all assumptions."

"He apologized the night after the last Delta Chi party. To me and his friends. I wanted to say so much, but at the same time, I didn't."

"Well, you just needed time."

"Yeah, but after all this time, I still want Jungkook around. I still look for him."

"Then shouldn't that be an indicator?" Your mom chuckled. "Look, what do you have to lose, honey? If you go and talk to him? You guys didn't even have proper closure this entire time. Quite frankly, this entire thing lacked communication in the first place.”

"So, should I just do it?"

"I think you should. If you're ready of course, no rush. But Jungkook already apologized, this could probably segway into a deeper conversation."

"You're right."

"And even if it doesn't work out the way you want it to, you tried. I'm just a firm believer in things happening for a reason." She pokes into the vegetables on her plate. You don't say anything else because at this point, you know you want to talk to Jungkook. Your mom helped solidify your decision through this talk. However, there was still something else bothering you in the back of your mind. Something you always wanted to know, something you always wanted to understand—

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"W-why didn't you leave Dad?" You poked at the leftovers on your plate, avoiding eye contact. You hear her sigh, making you almost regret the question ever left your own mouth. But you catch her small chuckle as she places her fork down and rests her chin on the palm of her hand.

"It's complicated." You look at her.

"Is it, though? He—" You let out a deep breath. "He didn't even hesitate to hurt you. Hurt me."

"I know, but there's all that history. The things we've built together. You."

"I hope you know I wouldn't have been mad at you if you left. I still won't."

"It's not that easy, baby. But I hear you. I know this."

"I'll support you either way, but I think you deserve so much more than this, Mom. Even if it's just me and you, we can do this." She nods.

"I know, I know." You give her a reassuring smile. "You know your dad loves you though, right? He's trying." You shrug.

"Yeah, but I'm sorry, I just don't think it'll be enough. I can't see us being the same."

"Part of me feels like I should have never told you. Your dad really regrets messing up your relationship, especially since it left you two like this."

"Mom, either way. I'm pretty sure I would have found out. It wasn't hard to put it together. We're just not gonna be the same. He's my dad and I'll always love him, but our relationship took a really big hit from that. I'm okay keeping my distance from him. I feel like that's what works for me."

"Okay." She says breathily, no longer wanting to press you. You admired her, truly. For being so strong, still trying to be the neutral one even if you believed your dad didn't deserve it one bit. You'll never understand, but you knew she had her reasons. As long as she knew you supported her through anything and everything, that's all that mattered.

It still didn't change the fact that you were sad about everything, though. How thing unfolded. You were mad, but part of you was always going to be sad that this was so easy for your dad to do. Were you and your mom not enough?

Getting home, you and your mom come home to an empty house— dad still gone 'drinking with friends.' She offers to watch a movie with you, and you agree. You settle on the couch next to her with a big bowl of popcorn, your mom pulling up Bridesmaids as her movie of choice tonight.

Even through the bowls of ice cream and popcorn, you were still longing for comfort. Comfort in the form of facetiming Sunmi just to let out your feelings, vent, be mad and sad about everything. Let it all free, let shit out. By the time the movie was up, your dad still wasn't home, and it felt like deja vu all over again, regardless if he was truly drinking with his friends or not.

You part ways with your mom as you hit the top of the stairs and begin making your way down the hall to your room.

"You sure you don't want me to keep you company until dad comes?" Your mom shakes her head.

"No honey. Get some rest, okay?" You nod.

"Goodnight, mom. I love you."

"I love you." She quickly pecks your temple before parting ways.

Getting into your room, you sit on your bed, not entirely sleepy even though your body felt exhausted. You began fixing your things, pulling your laptop close to you in case you wanted to get started on your homework. You had also pulled out your phone, seeing a few texts from the boys and Sunmi checking in on you. You had pulled up your favorites list and and tossed your phone aside while fiddling around on your laptop, hoping to get Sunmi on facetime.

The facetime tone rang for a minute as you continued to read through your assignments. Finally, the call was picked up— but not by Sunmi herself.

"Hello?" A groggy, husky voice picked up and your eyes darted to the phone, hoping it was just Namjoon picking up for Sunmi.

It wasn't.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." You quietly say to yourself as you run your hand through your hair. You fucking accidentally called Jungkook without realizing it right away. How it happened, you had no idea, or why this was even the situation you were in right now. But, holy fuck.

"Y/N?" You look over at your phone, Jungkook's one eye and forehead coming into view while your frame only showed the ceiling.

"I'm so sorry, I meant to call Sunmi." His eye lazily blinked as he let out a small breath. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's alright." Is all he says as he shuts his eye again. The sight is enough to melt you, and as much as you didn't feel ready to tackle the issue right at this very moment, you also couldn't find yourself immediately hanging up the call and forgetting like this accident ever occurred.

"Sorry." You repeat softly. "I should go and let you sleep."

"Hm." He hums. "Are you okay though, Y/N?" He asks sleepily, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue still causing your heart to do flips.

"I think so."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Uh, noooo. I shouldn't be bothering you with this—"

"But you're not." He adjusts his phone. "What's on your mind?"

"Really, it's nothing." It's silent for a moment.

"If you say so." You grab the phone, your face now coming into full view. His eye flutters open when he notices the movement, and he stares at you, soft crinkles forming underneath his bottom lid. "You're so pretty." He says close to a whisper, almost like he didn't mean for you to hear it, but you did anyway. Everything about him was so soft, so delicate— you didn't want to hang up the phone. You didn't have to talk about the elephant in the room just yet; you just wanted to hear his voice. That was the comfort you longed for, too.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna tell me a story?" He lightly chuckles.

"Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala had two kids by the name of Luke and Leia Skywalker—"

"Jungkook." You playfully whined.

"You asked for a story and I'm giving you one. You barely let me get through the first sentence." You chuckled. "You want the story or not?"

"No, no."

"What? Do I need to opt for a Cinderella kind of story? Humpty dumpty?"

"No, you're fine." You giggled. "You making me laugh is more than enough, actually." He smiles at you.

"That's good." The both of you fall silent again before you're gently chewing on your bottom lip, unsure of what to say next.

"I should probably get ready for bed and all." You break the silence with a gentle response.

"Okay, if you say so." You give him a small, toothless smile.

"Goodnight, Jungkook. Thanks for the giggles."

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"You know I'm always one call away, right? No matter what. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

"I know."

"Sleep well, okay?"

"You too."

"Goodnight, peanut." He sleepily smiles at you before ending the call. You bite onto your thumb before dialing the right number, and tossing your phone to the side until Sunmi picked up.

"Hellloooo?" She answers in a sing-song tone.

"Sunmi."

"What's wrong, bub?" She asks, Namjoon faintly yelling at his video game in the background.

"I miss Jungkook." You feel the weight lift off of your shoulders the moment you hear yourself admit the truth. You missed him, you really did miss him. He made you feel things you couldn't understand until this day. Made you smile, made you laugh, made you cry, made you angry— but even after all of that, you didn't feel drained. Not like you did with Seokjin. You continued to long for him, look for him— only wanting to make things right.

"Are you ready to talk to him, Y/N? It's been a lot. Don't act based on your feelings and don't rush into it."

"I know." You let out a breath, the silence that followed was more than telling to Sunmi.

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twilight-love-nochu · 4 years

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Secrets kept & unpaid Bills | myg

⇴ pairing: Suga x Reader

⇴ genre: tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff

⇴ summary: Y/N has some unpaid bills but she keeps it from Yoongi because she doesn’t want him to think that she is in the relationship for his money, causing some conflicts between the two lovers.

⇴ warnings: financial problems; mention of arguments

⇴ tagging: @yoongisqueenn

⇴ notes: I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long to write. I had so much to do for school and honestly I was also a bit lazy not going to lie hehe sorryyyy. Hope this is good enough and close to what you expected, thank you for your recommendation!! xx

⇴ word count: 2.1k

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You were running around in your house rushing to get ready for your date with your boyfriend Yoongi who was going to be here in approximately half an hour. If you learnt one thing about him in the 5 months of your relationship, it was that Yoongi was never, and I mean never, late. Don’t get me wrong, his habit of punctuality was a real blessing most of the time, but at other times, like today, where you really needed an extra 30 minutes, it could also be a real curse.

You didn’t actually mean to be this late and it’s not like you had been loafing around and procrastinating all day. Actually, today you had to attend your 3-hour lesson at university this morning, then work at your part-time job at the university’s library and then rush to your other part-time job at the restaurant. You had scheduled your date with Yoongi so that you had enough time to get home after your shift and get ready but your colleague chose this exact day to come in late so you had to stay 45 minutes longer until she got there. Needless to say you loved your job.

“Why don’t you just quit?” You may ask. Well simply because you needed the money. Your family wasn’t the richest and since you were fourth out of five children and your parents already had to pay for your siblings university tuitions, food, appartements and other necessities not much money was left for you. So you had to finance most of those things yourself. You had found two jobs that you had to juggle between. The two jobs barely even gave you the money you needed but there unfortunately are not enough hours in a day for you to get another job. And honestly your nerves would not have kept up with that either.

This month you were particularly stressed: your parents couldn’t send you the money for your food like they usually do so you had to pay for it yourself. Because that, you didn’t have enough money to pay your rent for the month and had yet to figure out how you would come up with the money to pay the bills laying on the coffee table of your living room.

Anyway, at the moment the only thing you had in mind was being ready in time. You dashed into your bathroom to take a quick shower. Your clothes hit the floor and you made your way into the shower. Warm water hit your naked shoulders trying to wash all the stress from the day away but you barely had time to register it as you started shampooing your hair in a hurry.

About five minutes later you walked out of the shower refreshed, dried yourself and took out your hair dryer. Usually you would have let your hair dry naturally since you found it gave you less frizz but you didn’t have any time for that at the moment, so you settled with using the dryer and putting your hair in a slick bun.

Just as you finished your hair style- which took you 20 too long minutes- and hurried into your room to dress and put some makeup on, you heard the front door unlock. It was most probably your boyfriend whom you had given a spear key to your appartement to.

“Darling? I’m here.” Your expected guest called. You peeked your head outside your bedroom door to see him taking his shoes of by the entrance.

“I’m sorry Yoongi, give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready, yeah?” You sighed, feeling a guilty to make him wait.

“It’s okay” he smiled that smile that always gave you butterflies as he saw you “ I came a bit earlier anyway. Take your time.” You smiled in return and went back into your bedroom. Your boyfriend was always the sweetest.

Yoongi decided to wait for you on the couch. To say that he was excited for your date was an understatement. Lately, you two hadn’t been seeing each other much and he missed you quite a lot. He did try to call you and go on meet with you but you would never pick up the phone and always cancel, saying you were busy but you never told him what you were doing, as many times as he asked. As any person would, he started to have some doubts about you but quickly came to senses, knowing that cheating was something you would never do as you cherished trust and faithfulness very much. He trusted you. Still he wanted to know why you would avoid him. So one day, he went to your apartment to get answers but it didn’t work very well. You two ended up having your first big fight and on top of that he didn’t even get the answers he was looking for. But you two talked it out and ended up scheduling a date because he felt bad for starting a fight and you felt bad for always letting him down.

Still you didn’t want to tell him that the reason you had no time for him was because you were busy working. Yoongi didn’t know about your financial problems and you honestly didn’t want him to find out. Not because you were embarrassed- well maybe a little to be honest- but because you knew your boyfriend and you knew he was going to want to help and pay for everything because that is just how caring and kind Yoongi is. You, on the other hand, didn’t want him to do so because you were an independent (and prideful) woman who would not depend on any man- except maybe her father- and on top of that you always felt bad when someone spent money on you no matter if it was only for a sandwich, so spending so much was out of the question. Therefore you deemed it better not to tell your boyfriend about your problems. But little did you know that said boyfriend was going through the bills laying on your coffee table.

You walked out of your bedroom finally done and made you way into you living room and now stood at the entrance with Yoongi’s back to you“ Sorry for the wait, babe. I’m ready now, we can go.” Yoongi didn’t answer seemingly concentrated on something. Frowning you walked over to him. “ Babe? Wh-“ You froze as you got close enough to catch a glimpse of what was taking up his whole attention. Your bills.

Only then does he lift his gaze up to you. “Y/N what are these?” Shit. You didn’t know what to say. You knew he was going to find out eventually but you were planning on telling him one day and you did not wxpwct him to find out like that. What were you supposed to do now?

“Why didn’t you pay your rent Y/N? Are you having money problems?” You stood there helpless, not knowing what to say to him nor how to explain to him why you never told him about your problems. “Are you going to answer me?”

One thing that kind of irritated you with Yoongi was his poker face. You could never tell what he was feeling or thinking if he didn’t actually tell you. So right now you weren’t sure if he was mad or upset or concerned which made you quite anxious as you didn’t know how exactly you should approach the situation.

After a moment you took a deep breath and sat down on the couch close to your boyfriend but still leaving a little bit of space between you two. “ Yes I’m having money problems. My parents can’t afford to pay for my tuition and rent so I’m usually the one who pays for that. That’s why I’m always busy, I have to work two jobs to afford everything. Anyways this month my parents couldn’t send me money for food and necessities like they usually do, so I had to pay for that myself, which is why I now don’t have enough money for my rent. I’m sorry I never told you this before.” By the end of this your voice was shaking and tears were building up in your eyes-though you tried desperately to blink them away- as you finally let all the stress for your busy and problem-filled life out. You never actually complained about your life, but you were still young and obviously you just wanted to see your boyfriend, hang out with your friends or just chill at home, but you couldn’t afford to do any of those things.

Yoongi just sat there and silent with an ever so stoic look on his face, which did not do anything to help your nerves. After a moment he finally expressed himself. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. I thought we were both taking this relationship serious.” Now you weren’t so sure if you were happy about him responding.

“I am! I swea-”

“Well apparently not because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me something so important.” You could hear the pain through is harsh words. It wreaked you. You didn’t mean to hurt him like that.

“Please don’t say that, baby. You know I trust you.” At this point you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You turned your

“Then why didn’t you tell me Y/N? I just don’t understand. This is obviously to much for you and I could have helped you, you know that.”

“Yes I know, and that’s the problem, Yoongi. I don’t want you to spend money on me. I know you only want to help but it just make me uncomfortable. It makes me feel like a gold digger and I don’t want you to think that I’m only with you for you money because I’m not.” You couldn’t help the crack in your voice nor the tears streaming down your face.

That’s when Yoongi finally turned to you and sighed. He lifted his hand up to your face and and carefully wiped your tears away, though fresh ones came to replace the old ones.

“Darling. Look at me.” He gently lifted your chin up. “I’m your boyfriend, if I don’t help you, if I’m not here for you, then what’s my purpose?” He said with a chuckle “And you don’t have to worry about me thinking of you as a gold digger because I won’t. Plus if I’m the one who is offering it to you there is no reason to worry about it. And please don’t feel bad about me spending money on you. We’re a team anyway. What’s mine is yours, okay?”

“But-”

“So I will help you out, at least for this month, even if you don’t want me to. Because first off I can’t see you suffer like that without doing anything and second of all helping you would mean you not having to work two jobs anymore, which would also mean, you having more time for me.” He ended with a smirk, pulling you closer to him.

You giggled “Even if you help me out, I’ll still to keep my jobs because I’m definitely paying you back, no arguing about that.” You gave him Eskimo kisses.

“Well then I could get you a job at BigHit, I heard there’s a shortage of staff. Or even better: you could come live with me.” You laughed out loud. A playful grin showed up on your boyfriend’s handsome face.

“Live with you and the boys? And we’re will I go if you Film something at the dorms? And honestly I don’t think there is enough space in there.” You snuggled closer to his chest.

“True. But I meant the first one though. I can a really find you a job at the company. That way you can pay me back-even though you don’t have to- and we can see each other more often.” Honestly that wasn’t even a bad idea.

“You know what? I could try to get a job there but I want to do that entirely on my own.” You knew why the outcome of Yoongi getting the job for you would be. Having to face gossiping and bad-mouthing from your colleagues and you weren’t up for that.

“An Independent Queen.” He sighed and kissed your temple.

“That’s how I am.” You shrugged with a smile and pecked your lover’s lips.

“I’m really sorry I kept this from you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You looked into his dark eyes, showing him your sincerity.

“I know, but the date will make up for the hurt. By the way you look beautiful baby.”

“Well I hope so, you don’t even know how hard it was getting ready in 2x speed.” You laughed as you got up, pulling your man up at the same time to get going.

“Promise me that the next time you have a problem,you will come to me?” Yoongi stopped you from making your way towards the front door.

“Promise.”

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kyvir · 4 years

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Sincerely Yours

Sarada loves her job, and lost an opportunity because the President gave it to his son, Boruto. Why did Boruto take it? Because he heard there was a feisty manager on the team. Watch them fight, argue, tease, flirt, “accidentally” fall in love, and deny it to the bitter end.

Rating: M Pairing: BoruSara

Collaboration with @kairi-chan!

Chapter Four

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Two weeks after starting his new job as Marketing Director, Boruto was up to his neck in paperwork. His father was a great man, he was kind and thoughtful when it came to his family, his friends and his employees too. Everybody loved him because he was so easy to love.

But he was an idiot.

His desperation to have the position filled made a lot more sense once Boruto had enough time to get in and look into everything. It took time and patience, two things Boruto didn’t have much of with everything else to worry about.

Regardless of how annoyed he was, Boruto kept his complaints to himself and did the work, catching up on all the paperwork. Contracts needed renewing and there were several meetings with clients both old and new to handle. Planning around Naruto’s schedule and everyone else’s was even more of a hassle, but Boruto accepted it.

Everything was fine and well until Naruto denied his son’s most recent proposal. That was when Boruto had it and his complaints were about to fly freely.

While dealing with everything else, Boruto was determined to bring his own suggestions for new products. After all, he had a knack for these things and his father knew that. Never in a million years did Boruto think he’d be shot down and the email he received from Naruto was absolutely horrendous.

Boruto,

Yuck. I will never approve of something so atrocious. Burger flavored ramen??? Not a chance.

Get over it,

Dad

“This bastard!” Boruto groaned, half wanting to punch his computer monitor or at least sling it across the room.

Not bothering with a reply, Boruto instead got to his feet and left his office. He’d confront his father directly over this. For the entire week, Boruto had been thinking about this project and working on it along with everything else. He had Inojin make a mock-design, Chocho make a social media plan and Sarada make a promotional campaign plan. He even managed to get Kagura to commit a few accounts without having the full details on the product. Shikadai even made a projection for him, moved around their stocks so there was room for this new flavor to get on the market.

It was a lot of shit.

And Boruto wanted burger flavored ramen.

When he made it to his father’s office, he didn’t knock. He slammed the door open and glared at the man who was on the phone, kicked back in his seat with his feet on his desk. Naruto scrambled around to straighten himself at the intrusion, nearly dropping his phone in the process.

“Uh, Sorry Gaara, we will talk numbers later. Something came up. Call you later?” Naruto rambled once he pulled his phone back to his ear.

“Alright, dear,” Hinata replied and Naruto’s face paled.

He apparently hadn’t realized he’d accidentally put the phone on speaker when he was fumbling with it. Boruto just rolled his eyes as Naruto hung up the phone and set it on his desk.

“What the hell, Dad? We’re having burger flavored ramen added or else.” Boruto would win this battle.

Naruto’s brows furrowed. “Watch your tone, Boruto. You may be my son, but you still report to me here.”

“Right because your email really set a professional standard.” Boruto scoffed. “Do you have any idea how hard I worked on this project and need I remind you who came to whom begging for help.”

Naruto stood from his table, rising a few inches over his son. “I asked HR to hold the position for you. Just because you have it now, doesn’t mean you will get what you want.” Daddy Naruto was gone, and in came the president of Ichiraku Ramen Corp. “We just released a new line. That’s five products. You do realize that releasing another one within the year will cannibalize them, right?”

“So you would be willing to lose this potential? I just laid down a gold mine in front of you… and this isn’t the first time so you already know. There’s a reason you wanted me here.”

Naruto’s gaze softened and he sighed. His son always came up with creative and innovative ideas. Although a burger flavored ramen does sound atrocious, it could have some novelty potential, as long as it was priced and marketed right. He took a few moments, doing the math and thinking of a way to save the new line but get Boruto out of his office with no more whining.

“Six months. Rotational, on K-mart shelves only.” Naruto raised a finger when Boruto looked ready to retort. “And price it at novelty. I need to gain back my capital for creating a new flavor on short notice.”

“That’s ridiculous. But I’ll accept, only because I have other projects that will be on your desk shortly. If anybody needs to get over it, it’s you.” He couldn’t wait to see Naruto’s reaction to his other ideas.

He would hate them all.

Barely a moment after he returned to his own office, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket with a curse, but his face and mood softened once he saw it was his sister. He hadn’t been keeping in touch like he should. He hadn’t even went to visit in a week.

“Hima?” He asked after clearing his throat and making sure his tone held none of his earlier annoyance.

“I cooked you dinner last night.”

Shit.

“I made your favorite strawberry cake too.”

Double shit.

“I called you… and when you never answered or showed up, I went by your place with your dinner and the whole cake. But you didn’t answer the door.”

It was all over for him.

“Now, just wait a minute, Hima. Work has been a little hectic and what time did you come by?” He had to have already been asleep, otherwise he would have heard her knocking.

“You haven’t called me in days…”

This wasn’t good at all.

“I’m sorry. Don’t be upset, please.” Boruto frowned just as someone knocked on his office door and he sighed. “Come in,” he knew it wasn’t Sarada whenever she didn’t just peek in immediately. As the door opened, Himawari groaned in frustration, she was mad at him. “I’ll make it up to you, okay? Let me take you to dinner, I’ll buy you something sweet and we can do anything you want after.”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers. Got it.” Boruto said as he glanced over at Chocho who was stepping in quietly.

Himawari giggled. “Okay, bro. Pick me up at six. You better not be late. I love you!”

It wouldn’t be easy getting out of work in time to make it happen, but he would no matter what. “I love you too.” He said and then ended the call to give his attention to Chocho. “What’s up?”

She stood there, mouth hanging open and trying to form a cohesive sentence. But didn’t get to spit it out without making some weird noises first. “I just… umm… the meeting got moved to three? And it’ll be in the Noodle Room. Sarada told me to tell you.”

“Right, thank you.” Boruto smiled at her. “Tell her I’ll be there and please have her reschedule my five o’clock to tomorrow sometime.”

Chocho blinked. “Your five o’clock? Isn’t that with the agency?”

“It is. She’ll make it happen. I have to get out of here early today.” There was no getting around it and he couldn’t get out of the meeting so rescheduling was the only way.

“Okay…” was all she could say before going out of his office and practically running down the hall, back to the marketing department’s area. This was big news. Wait ‘til the gang hears their boss was cancelling an outside meeting for a date.

Once Boruto entered the meeting room, his team was already sitting down, whispering to each other about something he couldn’t hear. Sarada was sitting at his left, not saying a word or looking at his direction. She was typing furiously, writing an email and setting a new meeting invitation.

“Sorry I’m late,” Shikadai came in, holding on to his laptop. “Just had to check something before heading here.” He took a seat next to Boruto and hooked up his screen to the projector, showing an excel file with numbers and rows. The columns were full of the products, numbers showing off their demand per month.

“For the cells in yellow, these are the new products. The blue ones are for the burger ramen.” He looked around before proceeding. “I moved the yellow cells down to the end of the year, spreading some of the demand a little thinner for K-Mart to make some room. This is my first suggestion. But what I really recommend is we limit to three or four products for K-Mart and then slide in the burger to take two shelf spaces instead.”

Chocho and Inojin exchanged looks before looking at Sarada. She did not look happy.

“I know, I know,” Shikadai held his hands up. “It’ll hurt the line, but look, “he opened the other tab and showed more demand for other channels. “I got Kagura to get the supermarkets to take more. That way, we don’t hurt the target, and get to let the Burger shine on the convenience store shelf a little more.”

Boruto grinned. It was a sound argument. Didn’t expect anything less from Shikadai. “I like it.” But before sealing the deal, he looked at Sarada. “Thoughts?”

The look she gave him was cold. Oh, she was angry. About what, he didn’t really know. “We would have to redo the whole campaign for K-Mart,” Sarada started. “The commitment I have for the Point of Sales would have to be terminated and reworked. Did Kagura say he could have the account accept it?”

Boruto pouted. What did the sales guy have to do with it?

Shikadai rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, he’s working on it. Hard to deny when Naruto himself asked the account…”

Sarada’s lips turned into a fine line and she looked at Chocho and Inojin. Both of them looking fearful of their incoming workload. “Well, if Mr. Uzumaki insists, we can only make sure it’s launched well.”

Things were going as smoothly as they could, but Sarada was definitely upset with him about something. Boruto didn’t have time to question her about it, having less than an hour to complete his work for the day after the meeting ended. He was rushing and stressed, but as long as it was for Himawari’s sake, it was fine.

It was still after five before he hurried out of his office, already calling her on his way towards the elevator. She sent him to voicemail, probably thinking he was going to cancel on her which made him feel even worse.

“Hima don’t be like this. I’m leaving work now, I’ll be to you before six. Be ready for me okay?” He ended the call and finally reached the elevator, quickly pressing the button to call it. He had no idea where he would get flowers from on the way, so he was now trying to search nearby places on his phone.

He heard heels clicking on the floor and immediately looked up, it was Sarada, on the way to the ladies’ room. Perfect.

“Hey, Sarada!” Boruto beamed as he jogged over to her. “Do you know of any good flower shops near here?”

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, face impassive but still obviously not happy about needing to interact with him. “Flowers? It depends. What’s the occasion?”

“Huh what?”

Sarada rolled her eyes and drawled, “Celebratory? Did someone pass? Or, did you screw up and need to apologize?” She waved her hands around. “Like that.”

Still a little stressed and worried, Boruto didn’t even think about her sassing him. “The latter.”

Again with her lips being in a thin, fine line. “Inojin’s mother has a flower shop down at Seventh. For whatever the occasion.”

“Awesome! That’s on my way. Thanks for the help, Sarada. I’m sure I’ll find something to make her happy there.” He grinned and winked at her before hurrying back to the elevator. He’d missed it, but it was still waiting thankfully and he was able to get on his way.

If he was late, he’d never hear the end of it.

The flower shop was only ten minutes from him. He walked inside with flowers on his brain. So many options, but what would she prefer? Definitely yellow. Sunflowers maybe? His head hurt from overthinking as he opened the door. A bell chimed to announce his entry and he walked in, inhaling the calming aroma of many different flowers.

Boruto walked through, looking at some arrangements that were already made for the day and then at all the different selections they had. These things were difficult for men, especially doting brothers.

A lady with long blond hair and a pretty smile came out from the back and grinned at him. “Hello, dear. What can I get for you?”

“Wow, you must be Inojin’s mother. I see who he gets his looks from.” Boruto grinned back. “I’m looking for something sweet and yellow. Do you have sunflowers by chance?”

The lady’s hand went up to her cheek and giggled at his compliment. “Oh thank you. I’m Ino, by the way. I’m sorry, but we just ran out. I have some daisies and carnations. What would you prefer?”

Thinking quick, he replied, “Daisies.”

“Okay,” she walked around the counter and fetched some from a base nearby. “Do you have a budget I need to keep in mind?”

Judging by how upset Himawari sounded earlier? “No, go crazy.”

Ino’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Wow, not many young men your age say that around here. Must be a really special one, huh?” Ino picked up more flowers along the way and laid them all on the counter.

“Oh yeah. She is. She gets what she wants, always.” Boruto shrugged. He had no plans to change that either. He loved spoiling his sister.

The lady nodded and continued arranging the flowers for him, it wasn’t even done yet but it was starting to look like a huge one. “Known her long?”

“Her whole life.” Boruto nodded and chuckled softly.

Ino hummed and smiled. “She must adore you, then. Quite young, I assume?” She teased. “You look to be just as old as my son.”

“Yeah, she’s a few years younger than me.” Boruto smiled as he stared at the forming arrangement. He was damn glad she hadn’t been his older sister. She wouldn’t have been as cute then.

Ino chuckled and placed the ribbon on the wrapping. “Do you need a card, dear?”

“Yes, please.” He said and when she pulled one out, Boruto pulled his sunflower pen out of his chest pocket and wrote a simple, I love you, before putting the pen back and handing over the card for her to finish up. “It looks great, she’s going to be so happy.”

“Any girl would be,” Ino smiled sweetly and showed him his bill. Boruto thought he was seeing double but even if he blinked twice, it was still the same amount. It didn’t matter, though. He wanted the best flowers for his sister, and these were definitely it. He handed his card over, and Ino processed the payment quickly. When she returned it, she wished him a good night and watched him leave the flower shop with a large bouquet of flowers.

By some miracle, Boruto pulled into his parents driveway with ten minutes to spare. He finally breathed a sigh of relief as he exited his car, flowers in hand. Himawari has never called him back, obviously wanting him to stress over her even more. She really liked giving him a hard time, but he still adored everything about her. The door was unlocked and he let himself in, peering around all the flowers to look for her.

“Hima! I’m home.” Boruto called as he walked through the home, going into the kitchen first.

She came in as soon as he set the flowers on the counter. “Ooh, pretty!” She cooed and danced over, bumping him aside so she could get a closer look—and a feel, and a smell. “Wow, Boruto. They’re perfect. You came straight from work but at least you look nice. Where are we going for dinner?”

“I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Okay, you’re forgiven.” She grinned and hugged him tight.

Himawari decided on having burgers at their old favorite spot. It was a good thing that she had adapted to liking almost everything he liked and even if he was willing to spoil her with anything else, she still took him into consideration. She was an angel like that. She deserved the world and Boruto was here to give it to her.

They took their time over dinner, catching up on his life at work, her life at school and their mom. Boruto hadn’t been to see her recently either and had only seen his dad at work for work. He knew he had to do better and he was going crazy without his mom's cooking anyway and Himawari’s too. She’d learned a lot over the years, things Boruto’s mind just couldn’t seem to comprehend.

So, he promised to join them over the weekend for dinner to catch up after he’d taken Himawari for ice cream and then to the park just to walk by the water there. It was late, but he was able to see his mom for a moment and his dad, without them talking about anything to do with work. It was nice and even though it was a work night, he didn’t mind getting back home late. It had been a good night, Himawari was happy and he had enjoyed himself as well.

Now if only the next day wouldn’t be so bad at work, he would be in a good place.

#borusara #borusara fanfiction #borusara multichapter #Sincerely Yours #Chapter four #borusara office au #double tsundere #boruto and sarada #Kairi-chan #ss-tyytyy #collaboration #Hima is a spoiled princess #Boruto making burger flavored ramen a thing #Sarada is so over him

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krreader · 5 years

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GOT7 scenario → fighting with you.

pairing: got7 x reader fandom: got7 warnings: language ; mentions of oral sex genre: angst ; fluff

a/n: you were in time angel haha. I hope you like it and I love you too (masterlist is in my bio)

mark tuan

“I'm asking you for two hours, Mark. Two hours of your time, that's all I want.”

“And I told you before that I can't! It's comeback season, I can't squeeze in two hours. I can barely squeeze in enough time for sleep.”

“But you did have enough time to ask me for a blowjob last night, yeah?” you pushed the plate in front of you away and got up, “My parents have been asking to meet you for months now and you cancel every fucking time. They're finally in town again and what do you do? You cancel. Again.”

And with that, you left.

You were just so frustrated with him. You felt like he didn't want to get to know your family. Like they weren't worthy of his time.

Some of your friends said it might be because you weren't an idol but you quickly shut that down. Mark wasn't like that, he didn't care that you weren't in the industry and he also didn't care that your family wasn't rich or something like that.

But it still bothered you that he always canceled and it did make you insecure.

A week later you were at that restaurant with your parents on your own, upset that Mark wasn't there..

..until.

“Sorry I'm so late,” Mark smiled from ear to ear and extended his hand to your parents, “I'm Mark. (Y/N)'s boyfriend.”

“Oh? (Y/N) told us you couldn't make it?” your father got up and shook his hand, then your mother did the same.

“I have an award show in three hours, so I don't have a lot of time, but..-” he sat down next to you and looked at you with an apologetic smile, “I wanted to finally meet the parents that raised my wonderful girlfriend.”

im jaebum

Of all the men in the world, you never would have assumed Jaebum to be someone to cheat.

Or at least that's what you thought he did.

Media outlets were little bitches and they had snapped pictures of him out and about with another idol girl. And it definitely wasn't you.

“I told you, she's just a friend,” he argued for the fifth time when you wouldn't calm down.

“They said they've been following you for four hours! Four hours, Jaebum and you went into a fucking hotel!” you threw a towel at him, angry tears streaming down your face.

“To have lunch! We only had lunch, I promise you!” he took out his phone, “Here, I'll call her for you so she can tell you herself!”

But you weren't in the mood for yet another lie.

When Jaebum looked up from his phone a moment later, you had already gone.

At first he thought about running after you, but then he decided that it would probably be best to give you some space for now.

And to your surprise, it wasn't him that you got a text from that night, but from the idol girl that he was “supposedly dating”.

“Hey, (Y/N), I hope you're good, haven't seen you in a while. Anyways, JB told me what happened today and I just wanted to tell you that he was telling you the truth. There is really nothing going on between me and him, we're just old friends. In fact, I'm actually dating someone from my company and have been doing so for about six months now. Please don't believe the media on this, they've got it all wrong. Jaebum really is head over heels in love with you and he would never do anything to hurt you. Hope we'll see each other soon. Call me if you need anything.”

You found out later that night that she was telling the truth and really was dating someone from her company.

Maybe you should feel bad for accusing Jaebum of cheating, but the evidence was suffocating.

He didn't hold it against you though, he just hoped that you and him could talk calmly about these things next time.

jackson wang

You always told him that you didn't want to be seen with him in public now that your relationship with Jackson was revealed, but because he's a moron who's in love, he didn't listen.

You were at an award show, backstage, talking to your band members when he stopped by and pressed his lips against yours.

It was only for a moment and then he was gone again, but someone in front of you was recording another idol for a quick interview and had you and him kissing in the background on tape.

They didn't notice it when they uploaded it, but the fans did.

“You can't do these kind of things, we talked about this!” you yelled.

“Oh, so I can't be in love with my girlfriend?!”

“For fuck's sake, Jackson! You know how this business works, this isn't about that!”

The problem was that you were both in bands that were too popular. His fans and your fans were both angry when you had announced your relationship, but it had calmed down after nothing came after that. No photos or anything like that. But now this? A kiss? They hated that. All of them.

“I don't fucking care, okay?!”

This argument was not doing any good for either of you. He was being too stubborn and you didn't have the energy to try and convince him not to do these things anymore, so you decided that it would be better to just go home.

You were just so tired and wanted to sleep more than anything right now.

You heard the door bell ringing when you were already lying under your covers a few hours later and heard one of your band members open it, but not who it was that had come so late.

It was only when your door got opened and someone crawled into bed with you, a strong arm wrapping around you and pulling you against him, that you knew who it was.

“I just want to show everyone that I love you.. why is that so hard for them to accept?”

“Jackson,” you turned around and looked at him through the darkness, “The only person I want you to show that you love me is me. As long as you do that, I'm fine. They don't know and they don't need to know how much we mean to each other. This is for us only.. you and me.”

He waited for a moment, then he repeated, “You and me.”

And guess who made a song with that title only four months later, basically lowkey shading people who hated on you two, but at the same time, telling you how much you meant to him?

Jackson fucking Wang.

park jinyoung

Jinyoung was a very jealous boyfriend, that was something you quickly noticed when you began dating him, but you wouldn't suddenly stop talking to your male friends just because your boyfriend didn't like it.

He had to accept that you had friends with penises and had to trust you.

You trusted him with other girls too after all, didn't you?

“He's clearly attracted to you!”

“He's gay, Jinyoung,” you rolled your eyes.

“See, I'm sure he just says that so he can get closer to you.”

“My god, you're delirious. Your jealousy is making you see things.”

“I'm not jealous, I'm just telling you that he's into you and that you should not hang out with him anymore, that's it.”

“You know what? I don't want to have this conversation with you right now. I'm too tired to go over this topic again,” you got up from his bed and grabbed your bag, “I'll go home. Call me when you've calmed down, alright?”

He did. Only an hour later did you get an apologetic call from your boyfriend, telling you exactly what you told him.

That jealousy got the better of him, that he did trust you, he just didn't trust other men and that he loved you too much and was afraid of losing you..

choi youngjae

You thought this would be a date between you and Youngjae, but he had invited his band members to join you yet again.

And you couldn't help but be angry at him at this point since he's been doing this for at least two months now.

Every time you hung out, his band members would be with you. It was like you were in a relationship with all seven of them.

“Why do you not want to be alone with me anymore? Am I making you uncomfortable or something?” you asked with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“I just think it's funnier that way.”

“Oh, so on my own I'm not entertaining enough anymore? You need other people to have fun with, because your girlfriend isn't enough?”

“That's not what I meant, I..- (Y/N), wait!” he ran after you when you walked out of the apartment, grabbing your arm and spinning you around, “I can't tell you, okay?”

“You can't tell me what?!”

“Why I need them with me! I can't tell you, because it's a surprise and.. you need to wait a little longer for it.”

“Wh..- What?! That makes no sense, Youngjae!”

This was not the way he wanted to do it. He wanted to wait for the right moment, but was afraid that he'd spill his secret when he was alone with you or would maybe just do it even though he had this entire ordeal planned out. So the others agreed to be with him for the next weeks to stop him from doing something he shouldn't be doing yet.

But now they weren't here and he felt like if he wasn't honest with you right now, you'd really think you weren't enough anymore, when in reality it was the complete opposite.

“This isn't romantic at all,” he muttered under his breath when he fumbled around in his jacket before pulling out a ring box, “I wanted to fly to Hawaii with you and then propose on the last day with the sunset behind us and then I would have sung a song and..-”

He looked so disappointed. God, you had just ruined his marriage proposal. Your marriage proposal.

“You.. wanted to ask me to marry you?”

“Yeah,” he opened the box and smiled a little, “Guess I should do it now, huh?”

Well then, maybe Hawaii could be an after engagement trip, if you actually said..-

“Yes!” you beamed when he got down on one knee, “I'm so sorry that I ruined it, but yes! I do!”

That was easy..

bambam

“Do you actually think that I would do that?!”

Someone had leaked personal information about BamBam. Information that only a handful of people knew, you being one of those.

And the most hurtful thing was that the first person he asked wasn't any of them, but his own girlfriend.

“Listen, I just have to make sure.. did you maybe accidentally say something to anyone? I won't be mad if you did, I just need to know..”

“No! I would never say anything you've told me in private to anyone! I'm your fucking girlfriend, BamBam. The one person you should be able to trust! But clearly you don't!”

“I do trust you, it's just that..-”

“No, you don't trust me! Because you're asking me, me out of all the people that could have leaked this,” you were so hurt that you actually started crying, even though you didn't want to.

Embarrassed, you quickly grabbed your coat and shoes and left his apartment, wandering the streets of Seoul on your own and ignoring all his messages and calls.

You didn't talk to him for a week, that's when you finally got the text that he found out who it was. Another idol had accidentally said something to a staff member and the staff member hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut.

And that same night when you came home from work, he was standing in front of your door with a bouquet of flowers, chocolate and an apologetic look.

“I know this won't make up for it, but.. I hope you still like it.”

He was right. You'd be pissed about this for a while and it would take a lot more than chocolate and flowers, but.. it was a start.

kim yugyeom

Was this planned? No, no, it definitely wasn't. Because if it was, you would have picked a better timing. One in the future.

Getting pregnant now was definitely not something either of you had wanted, but it happened and you had to deal with the consequences now, because you would have this baby no matter what.

“How am I supposed to be a dad, (Y/N)?!” Yugyeom yelled, anxiety consuming him at the thought of you being pregnant.

“Listen to me,” you put your hands on either side of his face and made him look directly into your eyes, “Every single father out there is nervous and afraid when they find out that they will have a baby. Some more than others. What you're feeling is completely normal, but it will pass, Yugyeom. We will figure out how we can deal with this as long as we're together.”

“But I don't want this! I can't have a baby!” he pushed your hands away and turned around so his back was facing you, his hands brushing over his face, “I can't do this.”

You waited for a moment, took three deep breaths before saying: “I will have this baby. What you do is your business. If you hate the idea of this child so much, then I will raise it on my own and you don't have to see either of us ever again.”

But that wasn't what he wanted either. He didn't want to lose you, it was just that this entire thing scared him so much that his brain was absolutely dead right now.

However, before he could say anything else, he heard the front door open and close.

You must have left.

“No, no, no, wait!” he ran after you in a heartbeat, being able to catch you before you could get into the elevator, “I don't want you to go and I don't want you to do this alone, it's just..- I'm not ready, (Y/N).”

“I don't think anybody is really ready to become parents, Yugyeom. It's a matter of how you deal with it and how much effort you're willing to put in.”

Honestly, he wasn't sure he could handle it well and with his schedule, he wasn't sure he could put any effort in it.

But he did.

Over the course of the next eight months, Yugyeom read as many parenting books as he could. During flights, during breaks of their MV shootings or at dance practices, at award shows when he was in the make-up chair..

He prepared himself as much as he could, but he still didn't feel like it was enough.

The only thing that made him feel less shitty was the fact that you felt the same way.

And that showed him that you really were in this together. No matter what would happen, you would deal with it together.

Like you always did.

#got7 imagine #got7 reaction #got7 x reader #got7 #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #reader #requests

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batfamily-trash · 5 years

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Back to You

Damian x reader based off of Back To You by Selena Gomez

Love was a touchy subject for you. When you were a young naive teenager you didn’t believe in love at first sight. You actually thought that love was a pointless human creation. Why would you want to fall in love? Just why?

Then you meet Damian Wayne. Your opinion didn’t change you just developed a crush on him. After getting to know him better you did start to fall in love. And you did change your mind about love. Little did you know he shared those same feelings for you. He would’ve asked you to be his but he knew about your opinion about love. But he didn’t let that get in the way between you two.

As days, weeks, and months passed, the both of you started acting more like a couple than a pair of friends. It was silently affecting your social life. People actually thought you two were dating. Even the Batfamily.

But now, you and Damian are in your mid-twenties. He has his life figured out while you still had no clue what to do with it. He’s getting married and you’re in your living room with several bottles of wine by your side.

You glanced at the wedding invitation in your hand and put it down. Even after the both of you cut off your friendship he had invited you. Guess there’s still something left.

You got up and dragged yourself to the bathroom. Once there you studied your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. The bags under your eyes were getting darker as the days passed.

As quickly as you could, you washed your face and returned to living to pick up the invitation. You opened it and looked at the date and time. The wedding was taking place later that evening. No point in going now. And assuming that the entire Batfam was going to be there, then that would mean Gotham would be vulnerable. Lucky for them you were available and in need to punch something.

Damian was nervous. Today was the day. The day be would marry his beloved. His entire family, friends, and people he didn’t even know were going to be there. His wedding was apparently a big deal being the son of Bruce Wayne.

But something didn’t seem quite right in his heart and mind. Part of him was regretting sending that invite to you, the other part was hoping you would show. He was just as confused as he was nervous. His feelings for you were still alive and that saddened him. He had lost you and now he was never going to get back to you. Not that you two were dating before he met Kylie.

You had run out of the Manor in anger after an argument with Damian. Bruce had sent you and Damian out to investigate some weird activity involving fires. Which you later found out to be Firefly.

When you found Firefly you two didn’t have a plan to apprehend him. You couldn’t call for backup cause everyone was busy fighting their own villains and Damian didn’t like calling for backup anyway. So it was just Damian and you against a bug with a flamethrower. What could go wrong?

Everything. Absolutely everything went wrong. Somehow Firefly got a weapons upgrade that Batman didn’t know about and now his flamethrower is more… powerful.

You and Damian managed to take down Firefly but not before you were injured. You tried hiding the fact that you were injured on the way to the cave. But Damian I-was-raised-by-assassins Wayne noticed.

Once you arrived at the cave, he dragged you to the med bay and berated you for being reckless. Which caused a shouting match.

“Me reckless? Damian, you threw yourself in the line of fire!” you shouted.

“At least I didn’t get hurt!” He countered. You rolled your eyes and started walking to the cave’s elevator. “Where do you think you’re going?!?!”

“Somewhere where I don’t have to see your face!” Damian followed you and before you could get on the elevator he pulled you towards him.

“You need to rest stay here,” he said. The rest of the family were by the computer looking at you two. Deciding whether or not to interrupt.

“Damian what do you care if I’m hurt or not?!?! You certainly didn’t care when we first met!”

“Because I….”

“Because you what, Wayne?!?” Damian sighed and just stood there, avoiding your stare. You scoffed and stormed to the elevator.

That was one of the many fights that had happened. Each getting worse. In the end, he did admit his feelings for you but you had “already” moved on. In reality, you haven’t moved on. You just decided to live in denial. And Damian… Damian did move on.

After the last fight, he had met Kylie and they started dating a week later. It surprised everyone, even you. Kylie and Damian were complete opposites.

A knock interrupted Damian’s thoughts. He turned towards the door and immediately his eyes widen. “Beloved, what are you doing here?”

Kylie walked into the room and closed the door. She leaned on the door and sighed. The wedding was supposed to start in ten minutes and she was not dressed. Her hair was up in a messy bun. she was wearing one of Damian’s t-shirts and some sweats. She didn’t look like she was getting married.

“Dami… Are you sure about this?” she asked.

Damian walked to her and gently cupped her face. “Of course I’m sure I want to marry you. Why wouldn’t I?”

Kylie pulled away from his touch and crossed her arms. “I know you have feelings for y/n.”

Damian opened his mouth to protest but she raised her hand to cut him off. “Please don’t deny it. Every time one of your brother’s brings her up your eye’s light up like a little kid’s on Christmas. Whenever she’s around you’re either happier than usual or sad and you tend to avoid her if you can,“ Kylie said. “What happened? Why aren’t you with her?”

Damian backed away from Kylie and rubbed the back of his neck. “I… After a fight I confessed and… and we just stopped talking… so I just assumed she didn’t share those feelings.”

Kylie took off her engagement ring and gave it to Damian, who took it back in shock. “My first guess is that she didn’t know how to deal with you randomly telling her how you feel. My second guess is that she felt the same for you and probably still does.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Damian said.

Kylie took Damian’s hands in her’s and said, “Go after her. I’ll cancel the wedding.”

“But I can’t do that to you!” Damian exclaimed. Kylie rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Damian I can’t be happy knowing you aren’t. You have sacrificed so much being Robin you deserve at least a happy ending with the girl you truly love.”

Damian and sighed and kissed Kylie on the cheek. “What are you going to tell the guests?”

“I’ll leave that to Jason. Now go!” She said pushing Damian out of the room. Damian ran out of the room pushing past his brothers, father, and best friend. They all looked at him confused but when they saw r/g/f smiling they understood.

You observed the city from on top of Wayne Enterprises. The city was buzzing life. You continued observing until your eyes landed on one of Gotham’s churches. You looked away and walked to the other side of the building. In a couple of hours, Damian and Kylie would be married and it would be all over the news. One of the many cons of dating or being a Wayne.

You sat down on the edge of the building and closed your eyes. It was a miracle security hasn’t caught you, but then again it isn’t. You slowly opened your eyes when you heard footsteps approaching you.

Once the footsteps stopped behind you, someone cleared their throat. You slowly backed away from the ledge and stood up. “Can I help you?” you asked the person. Not turning to face them.

“Actually you can, y/n.”

You turned around and you looked at Damian in surprise. “What… What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be getting married?”

“About that…. Kylie canceled the wedding….”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Why?”

“Uh, she… she told me to… y/n I can’t marry her knowing that I still have feelings for you.”

“Yes, you can.”

Damian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I meant. y/n I love you not Kylie.”

You stood there in shock. This was the second time he told you he loved you. Except for this time, it was a bit more convincing.

“Can you say something? Please?”

“I…Seriously?!?! You could be happy with Kylie!”

“I don’t think you heard what I said did you?”

You scoffed and looked at Damian. He was being honest. “Damian… I love you too, but…”

“But?”

“I’m not starting a relationship with you until we clear this up with everyone.”

“Deal.”

#damian wayne #robin #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader

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hhunjins · 5 years

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Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral reader (past Minho x reader/Felix x reader)

Genre: college!au, mostly fluff with slight angst (or the other way around, aslkjafd I’m bad at this)

Word Count: ~3,500

Warnings: None

Note: Using the American school system because it’s the only one I understand oops

Summary: With all of the everchanging things surrounding your life, you need at least one thing to be stagnant.

Seungmin comes like a rainbow at the end of a storm and, maybe, he can become that one thing.

Honestly, you don’t even know why you’re mad.

Maybe it’s the unfairness of it all and how wronged you feel. Or maybe it’s an accumulation of a lot of things and he tipped you over the edge. Whatever it was, you are upset, and you aren’t going to back down this time.

In some ways, Minho is right. It’s been nearly two years. There should be more than there is now. Your friends always tease you about how you two look like you’ve been only dating for a few months. Hand holding, hugs, the occasional peck on the cheek. Never more. So he’s right to want more.

But is that all there is in a relationship? Physical contact? PDA? For you, it wasn’t, and Minho knows that too.

There have been so many arguments about this very topic, but even if he says, “fine,” you know that he doesn’t really mean it. Every time he looks at you with guilt written all over his features and apologizes for pushing too far, it feels real until it isn’t.

You’re sick of the apologies. You’re sick of trying to accommodate when you really aren’t ready.

Minho texts you again, your phone screen lighting up with his name. No matter how much you stare at it, you can’t find it within you to reply.

It feels weird to walk into the campus coffee shop without Minho by your side. He always went with you for your daily coffee fix. But now he isn’t, and you can’t help but think that there’s yet one more thing gone wrong. You order your vanilla latte and scroll through Instagram on your phone while you wait.

Minho’s deleted all the pictures of you on his account. You’re surprised he hasn’t unfollowed and blocked you, but maybe this is better than nothing. He was a good friend before he was your boyfriend, and this might mean there’s a chance you could mend any loose ends.

Your name is called and you quickly exit the app before you start to overthink. You have a lecture to go to and any lingering thoughts about your ex-boyfriend isn’t going to fare well.

The coffee tastes bitterer than usual, even with the ample amount of sugar inside.

There is a boy who sits next to you in your psychology lecture. He’s your seatmate, has been since the beginning of the semester. He’s a sweet thing, always smiles and makes small talk before your professor walks into the hall and drones on for the next hour and a half. You’ve even exchanged numbers so you can help each other on assignments. It’s nice to have someone to send you notes when you’re too drained to make it to class, and you’re glad that he’s dependable. Seungmin saves you a seat whenever he comes earlier than you. He’s waiting for you today, earbuds plugged in and playing some game on his phone. He looks up when you arrive and takes his backpack off the seat so you can sit.

“Morning,” he greets.

You give him a smile. “Hi, Seungmin.”

“Are you okay? You look down.”

Your face scrunches up as you balance the cup of coffee in one hand and try to unzip your backpack with the other. He ends up taking the cup from your hands so you don’t spill. “Kind of TMI, but I just broke up with my boyfriend yesterday. It’s not really a good time.”

“Oh…Sorry for asking.” Seungmin looks so upset that you rush to reassure him.

“It’s really fine. It was coming anyway.”

He doesn’t look comforted at all.

“Let’s talk about something else.” You take your coffee back and hold it in both hands. “Did you start your paper?”

Seungmin groans, arms stretching out above him. “I have one sentence for my introduction and it’s not even that good.”

You let out a small laugh. “Want to work on it together?”

He checks through his schedule and then says, “After class on Thursday?”

You nod. “Sounds good. Campus coffee shop?”

He grins. “Okay.”

“Mom, I’m not coming back.”

“Why not? We all miss you here. You haven’t even talked to your brother or step-father in months.”

“I’m not coming back, and that’s that. I like it here, and so I’m staying,” you argue. You can hear her huff indignantly over the phone and mutter something about you being an ungrateful brat. “I have things to do, so I’m hanging up now.”

“Y/n, at least come back for Christmas.”

“I’ll think about it, but no promises.”

“That’s what you said last–”

“Bye,” you cut her off and end the call. She immediately tries to call you back, but you reject the call and turn your ringer off. From across the table, you see Seungmin glance over the top of his laptop, but he pretends like he didn’t hear anything. You’re sure he could though, even with his earbuds. You have a habit of getting heated when you talk to your family.

“Everything okay?” he asks, eyes not straying from his screen.

“My mom wants me back home for the holidays, but I’m really not feeling it.”

Seungmin nods in understanding. “Ah. They’re overbearing?”

You shrug. “I don’t have a good relationship with my mom, and ever since she got remarried, it’s been rough.” You pause. “Sorry, that was a lot. I didn’t mean to dump it on you.”

“It’s fine.” Seungmin gives you a reassuring smile, eyes curving into half moons, and you feel your stomach do a flip. He turns his computer around. “Hey, can you read this and tell me what you think?”

You skim through his introduction. “You could probably do without this sentence, but otherwise, it’s good. Your thesis is perfect.”

“Wow, the perks of having an English major as a seatmate.” He’s looking at you in awe, and you can’t help but laugh a little. “You’re amazing.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to be doing with it, but thanks.” You push his laptop back to him, eyes lingering a bit too long on the way his hair falls over his eyes.

It’s 2:13 a.m. and you’re working on your psychology paper out of pure boredom, when your phone lights up with a text. You glance over to see who it is and are surprised to see that it’s Seungmin.

“I hope you’re awake, or at least that your phone is on silent if you’re not since I didn’t mean to wake you up. But could you read my psych paper and give me feedback? Also is there another day we can meet up? I’ll pay for coffee since you’re the one doing me the favor even this is supposed to be a mutual thing.” He sends a sad face with the text.

You bite your lower lip to stifle the smile that’s starting to bloom on your lips. When you open the message, he immediately sends, “Please tell me you were awake.”

“I was awake,” you send back. “And yes, send it to my email. Does Tuesday after class sound okay? Also, it’s nothing!!”

Seungmin takes a while to respond, but he sends you a smiley face and a simple, “yes.”

You aren’t sure when it started. Maybe it was after your parents had their divorce and your father walked out of your life without even sparing a glance at the six-year-old child clinging onto his pant leg. Maybe it was seeing your mother fall completely in love with another man like she was never married in the first place. Maybe it was watching them get married because she had a little one on the way. Maybe it was the way your half-brother got all the love from both parents that you never did.

At one point, you found yourself disgusted by the displays of affection in movies and television. It was worse at school, because everyone had a crush, and everyone was dating someone, and you were just…there.

You had tried it out once in middle school. Felix was nice and funny, and it was okay until the annual school dance rolled around. His hand on your waist felt out of place, but it was bearable. It was when everyone starting chanting for you two to kiss and he leaned in that you felt yourself freezing up. You had broken up with him a few weeks later, because you felt too uncomfortable with him afterwards. It wasn’t his fault, and you made sure he knew. You’re still friends with him, but you only ever interact on social media. Sometimes, he comes to you for relationship advice, though you’re not sure why. It’s probably because you were his first girlfriend and that holds some sort of sentiment.

Minho came around during college, after you moved across the country because home never felt like home. You were more mature, more understanding of what you wanted and what you didn’t. He was the older boyfriend every girl dreamed of: sweet, patient, caring, and not to mention very easy on the eyes. Minho was the first person you befriended, and he eventually turned into something more. He was perfect, but it was his experience and your lack of that made you fall apart. He was ready for more while you just wanted something steady to hold onto.

Maybe it’s just you.

Tuesday comes fast. You don’t have a coffee in your hands since you’re going after class with Seungmin anyway, but that means you’re grumpier than usual.

Seungmin’s smile makes you feel a little better, but you’ve been thinking so much over the weekend that you’re tired of looking at the male population.

“Are you okay? The week barely started, y/n,” he laughs.

“It’s been a rough weekend,” you mumble. “And I didn’t get coffee.”

“Are you sure you can sit through ninety minutes of lecture without caffeine?” He’s teasing you, you can tell by the lilting tone in his voice. Suddenly, he gets serious. “But if you’re not feeling it, we don’t have to meet up today.”

You shake your head. “I think I just need coffee. Please wake me up if I fall asleep though.”

Seungmin doesn’t. You only realize you fell asleep after lecture when he taps your shoulder and offers, once again, to cancel working together. “You didn’t wake me up!”

“I already sent you the notes. Besides, you look like you needed the sleep.”

Huffing, you pack up your unopened notebook. “We should work on the essay though. If you could read mine over, that would be great.”

“Of course.”

All of the thinking over the weekend has made you realize that you’re thankful for the space Seungmin puts between the two of you when you walk. When you walked on this same path with Minho, he always had his arm slung around your shoulder or his fingers were intertwined with yours. Seungmin holds the door open for you and gives you a cheeky grin that makes you suddenly jolt with the realization that this is Seungmin, not Minho. Minho isn’t with you anymore. However, when you enter, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans fills you up and the thoughts disappear.

“Grab a table, I’ll order for you. Medium vanilla latte?”

“Yeah.” You fish through your pocket for money and pull out a five-dollar bill that he refuses to take. “I’m not letting you pay!”

“This is an apology for not waking you up during lecture.” Seungmin sticks his tongue out at you and dashes off before you can say another word.

Your stomach does a weird turn.

“How is it that our papers are literally about the same thing but yours sounds so much better than mine?” Seungmin groans.

You hide a smile behind your drink and shrug. “Writing comes naturally. It doesn’t really matter the subject, I just like it.”

“I’m jealous.” Seungmin runs his hands through his hair but doesn’t let go of the strands when he reaches the ends. “I can do everything but write.”

“I’m really bad at math, if that makes you feel any better.” Your eyes drift across the coffee shop, surveying the décor and layout of the place. You’ve been here so many times, but never took the time to really appreciate the ambiance. Seungmin is refocused on his paper, so you begin to day dream. You look outside, looking into the main quad area and the clumps of people sitting in the grass. Your eyes travel a bit further and stop on a group of familiar guys as they walk past the window.

It’s too late to break eye contact. You’ve stared for too long. Your fingers tighten around the cup of coffee and you let out a soft gasp that has Seungmin glancing up.

“Y/n?”

Minho looks at you, then at Seungmin, and then back to you. His expression doesn’t give away what he’s thinking, but you’re sure there’s hurt written somewhere in his eyes. Then, he clenches his jaw and looks away, lips curling up into a smile directed at his friends.

Seungmin follows your gaze and finds who you are staring at. Connecting the dots, he lightly kicks your leg under the table to grab your attention. You’re still staring, even though Minho is long gone. “Hey. Do you want to talk to me about it?”

You sigh and shake your head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something. But if you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to. But know that I’m here if you need me to be.” Seungmin nods earnestly and smiles.

The sparkles in his eyes are beautiful.

Love was never an easy thing. You didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t something that you welcomed so easily. It was easy to walk out and that uncertainty made you uneasy. But when in love, it was harder to keep the balance. What did you want that your partner didn’t? Where was the line drawn? How much did you have to give up to keep the peace, to continue being happy?

You weren’t sure. You didn’t have good enough experiences with it to ever figure it out.

But with the way Seungmin never probes too far and gives you the space you need, you may or may not be falling in love with him.

“I can’t believe I got 90% on this. A whole month of work has paid off.” Seungmin kisses his paper and holds it up to the sky. “I owe you my grade.”

You laugh at his silliness. “There’s still the final, Seungmin.”

“But this solidified my grade.” He has a big grin on his face that makes you smile too. “I’ll buy you coffee?”

“I already had one before class. It’s okay.”

Seungmin hesitates for a moment. “Then what about lunch?”

Of course you run into Minho. It’s even more awkward this time because you’re both in the middle of a conversation when you make eye contact and somehow you both seem to stop talking at the same time. You’re trying to overlook the fact that the girl he’s with is playing with his fingers on the tabletop. The chances of you running into him like this are one in a million, but you’ve been awfully lucky with awkward encounters recently.

The smile on Minho’s face slips off faster than you can blink. He looks over at Seungmin again, gaze lingering longer than before, and then back to you with an unreadable expression. The girl turns to look to see what caught his attention and she gives you a questioning look.

You feel a nudge on your shoulder. “Let’s go somewhere else, this place is really crowded today.” Seungmin forces a laugh. There are plenty of empty tables right in your field of vision, but you’re thankful he’s trying. “Come on.”

Once you’re outside, you let out a breath you didn’t think you were holding, and you pause to close your eyes for a moment. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood to eat anymore, Seungmin.”

Seungmin contemplates for a moment, looking back at the restaurant and then at you. “Let’s talk about it instead. You have a lot pent up, don’t you? You can tell me.”

Seungmin’s eyes are warm like the coffee you love so much, and his smile is like the sun that lights up your day.

You hate yourself for thinking how Seungmin fills in all the empty spots that Minho left.

“People show love differently. For you, it’s with emotions rather than with physical touch, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Seungmin chews on his fry thoughtfully. “My mom showed me she loved me by cutting up fruits for me when I was studying. My dad showed me love by telling me he was proud of me. People seem to think that kissing and sex is the only way you show someone you love them, but it really isn’t.”

You spin your straw in your soda. “I guess it’s the pressure of society telling me that it is.”

Seungmin dips his fry into his little ketchup cup. “Well, you don’t always have to listen to it.” When he sees that you’re still unsure about yourself, he scoots closer to the table. “Hey. There’s nothing wrong with you being hesitant to do all those things. You have your boundaries and your partner should respect that. They should understand. If they don’t, they aren’t worth it.”

“I don’t know, Seungmin. I just feel like I owe it to him for being with me so long. We spent two years together. That’s a long time.”

“Y/n.” Seungmin’s voice sounds so firm you look up in surprise. “You don’t owe anyone anything.”

Your heart skips a beat.

Finals creeps up on you and hits you in the face. You’re normally on top of it all, but with all the emotional turmoil you’ve been experiencing and another awkward encounter with Minho and his new girlfriend that you had to get over, you’re not ready. Seungmin, the ever-reliable seat mate, sends you his annotated study guide and the link to his online flash cards.

“Good luck. Hopefully I’ll see you in another class,” Seungmin whispers as the test is passed out.

You give him a small smile. “Good luck.”

With all the help he gave you, the test is relatively easy, but you spend extra time going over your answers to make sure. Seungmin finishes before you and gives you a wink when he walks past you and out of the hall. You hand in the final a few minutes after he does and leave, feeling lighter. What you’re not expecting is him waiting at the door.

“Woah, I thought you left,” you say.

“I was going to, but I came back.”

“Did you forget something?”

Seungmin hesitates, face contorting into a weird expression for a moment and then into a thin smile. “Would you like to go on a date with me, y/n?”

Your housemates have left to go home during the semester break. You’re determined not to fly thousands of miles and be stuck in a house where you feel like you don’t belong.

Last year, Minho stayed over and was glued to your side every moment of the day. He slept on the couch because you didn’t want him sleeping on your bed and he complained about it the entire time. You went through the entire break with guilt pooling in your stomach and annoyance pulsing through your veins. The argument that followed that almost separated you two.

This year, Seungmin shows up around noon after you’ve woken up and leaves after dinner. There’s a pillow between your legs whenever you curl up on the couch together to watch a movie. He texts you and asks if you want to call and sends you pictures of cats instead of hearts, though you know they mean the same thing.

Seungmin holds you steady, keeps you grounded and secure in the world that’s constantly changing. He’s up until the ungodly hours of the night, and ready to reply to whatever random thought you have on your mind. You’re not so sure what makes him different from the other two, but when he raises his hand for a high-five after something good happens instead of his arms for a hug, you feel your insides twist in a good way.

It’s the subtle things that made you fall for him. Like the way he smiles and offers to listen without forcing you into anything. And the way he never invades your personal bubble until you nod when he cocks his head to the side as his way of asking. And the way he makes you feel comfortable in your own skin, like you’re not being pressured into holding his hand, or hugging him, or kissing him.

Seungmin has made you feel like you belong, like you’re not some weird freak that doesn’t like being touched by their significant other. He has made you feel accepted and has made you accept yourself – that’s the biggest thing.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been going steady for the past year.

#seungmin #kim seungmin #stray kids seungmin #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #seungmin scenario #seungmin imagine #fluff #some angst

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 5 years

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Kiss the Pain away

✿ Nct’s Renjun x Female!Reader ✿ Angst, fluff, not rlly smut but theres making out lol ✿ 2.3k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!

A/N: hey kids its me,,,,renjun trash,,,whats newwwwww. I’ve had this wip for a while and got super inspired to finish it after listening to stay the night by kid travis! his other song sunset is what i wrote sunset ride too! also the blogs first year anniversary is the 10th I’M CRYING uwu - chii

✿ Description: When the world decides to unleash its wrath on you, you can find your peace of mind with someone.

You throw your school bag on the ground, letting it fall wherever it landed and slammed yourself onto your desk chair. Your phone landed on your bed when you haphazardly threw it, annoyed. Huffing, you turned on your laptop to blast music directly into your ears in attempts to drown everything out. Unfortunately, a post-it you stuck on it earlier this week was staring back at you.

“Read your chapters for next week,” you said out loud after you ripped it off the screen. You forgot you had school work. Your teacher assigned four chapters to be read by next week before the class meets and you were only given the weekend to complete it all. It wouldn’t have been an issue if this week was the worst week of your life so far.

You had gotten into the worst argument with your best friend. Lucas Wong was known around school, not for anything good though. He was a heartbreaker and you hated how much he played your best friend like a fiddle. He had been texting her, getting her hopes up and leading her on since the beginning of the semester. You thought back to when she called you at two in the morning, when she was well aware you both had class tomorrow at eight am, to ask you how she should respond to the text that he replied to. The one she sent six hours before that. You were looking out for her as friends should but she didn't see it that way. She let a boy blur her perspective of you. Her pink glasses of love turned into an angry red and accused you of wanting him as well, even going as far as to questioning your relationship with Renjun. Your brows furrowed at the last text either of you sent, is Renjun your rebound because I like Lucas? You left her with no response to her cold words and haven't talked to her since.

The final you took on Tuesday came back with an ugly 47 inside a red circle. You canceled the date Renjun set up for you two in efforts to lift the finals week stress off of both of your shoulders. You studied late into the night every night. Right after classes, you rushed to the tutoring hall and the countless hours you spent studying went to waste. All that time with the tutor, the after class sessions with a student-teacher was for nothing. You were going to fail the class unless you took up the 25 page assignment summarizing the class which would be due a day before the semester was over, which was in two weeks.

Your mind scanned all the problems you had, everything felt like rocks on your shoulders. Bringing you down, mentally and physically. The only things that helped you when you felt stressed were Renjun, your best friend and the playlist Renjun specially made for you for when you got stressed. Renjun was on his way home from his late classes, he had later classes and his commute was a lot longer than yours also. Your only option was music, so, you went into your files and played it. Your face lifted from its sour expression to a soft one when you read the title for the millionth time since he sent the playlist to you, for when the stars fall, i’m here. It was all lowercase and the playlist cover was of the two of you. You plugged in the cord and pressed play while you hauled the giant textbook from the corner of your desk and started reading. It was going to be another night coped up in your room.

After an hour or so, you pushed out from under the desk and stretched your legs that lost blood flow about 10 minutes ago, they felt like pins and needles. You paused your music and you could hear arguing. Your phone was still sitting on your bed. You could see it lighting up every now and then in your peripheral vision but right in front of you was the big, heavy textbook. Your eyes grew tired from the highlighted lines and colorful pen marks that etched the paper. You hear the bed creak in the other room and footsteps downstairs. Dad was sleeping on the couch again. You sigh and shut the book on the desk. You had no motivation to keep reading the chapters. The moon outside told you that maybe it was time to sleep, so you tried to.

As usual, the same things pop up in your head. False accusations from someone you could trust, separation of family and failure. Another night you considered crying in the pillow until you tired yourself out but tonight wasn't going to be that night. You knew Renjun finished his last final at 7 PM today and he would usually be home by 9 PM due to transportation time. You turned to your side and picked up your phone. An unknowing smile appeared on your lips when you saw Renjun as your lock screen, he was happily smiling as he sat on a picnic blanket. Your fingers move across the screen to unlock your phone and tap the messaging app. Your eyes scanned your most recent texts. Seven hours ago, a text from your college saying that final scores are out. A day ago, your mom asking you if there was milk in the fridge. Five days ago, a text from your ‘friend.’ Your mood soured and you sighed. Thankfully, Renjun's number was conveniently pinned on top of your most recents. Your fingers played across your screen to text him.

Y/N: are you awake right now? Renjun: I just got home, are you okay? Y/N: can i come over? Renjun: Of course, my parents are out on their monthly date night! Y/N: be there in 10 Renjun: I'll meet you at the door...is something wrong? Y/N: I’ll talk about it later Renjun: Alright love :(

You figure it was be best to tell him in person. You rolled off your messy bed to plant your two feet on the floor. You walk over to your closet to put something on to wear. The first thing you grabbed was one of his hoodies he gave you when you two first started going out and a random pair of black pants. You stuffed your keys, wallet and phone into your hoodie before opening your room slightly. Your mom was asleep but your dad called out your name when he heard the door hinges creak.

“Y/N?” You go down the stairs softly and walk down to the couch.

“Where are you going sweetpea? It's kind of late.” His voice was low, as if he just woke up, he probably did. He was always a light sleeper.

“I was going to visit Renjun. He just came back from his last final.” You couldn't lie to your dad and he trusted you enough to tell him the truth always.

“Ah, tell him I said hello,” your father paused before continuing, “keep him around sweetie. He really cares for you.”

You nod and you bid your dad a good night but he's already fast asleep. You sighed and fixed the blanket he had over himself before going to slide on a pair of shoes.You walk out of the door and lock it behind you. You stepped foot out the house and into the night. The sky was dark but littered with stars, mocking you almost. As dark as the sky got, there was always something shining either it be the moon or the stars. You had nothing right now.

The walk wasn’t too long, only 15 minutes. You walked closer and closer to the white house on the corner of his street. Your feet stopped at his blue mailbox with gold stickers reading out 127 on them. At your feet you see a silhouette in the orange light, your eyes follow it and there was Renjun was sitting on the steps in front of the door. The orange patio light shining from above him. You followed his shoes up his jean clad legs, all the way up to his face buried in his phone. You walk up to him and he looked up at you. He stood up and brought you into a warm hug that you wished could last forever. He mumbled a small, “I missed you so much.” You give him a lazy smile and kiss his cheek.

“Do you want to stay out here or go inside?” He asked while you were still hugging his chest.

Mumbling an “inside,” he let go of you and opened the front door. You two tossed off your shoes before going to his room, hand in hand. The sound of footsteps in sync up the wooden stairs was the only sound that could be heard before he opened his room door.

"When did you rearrange your room?" You said as you stepped into his room. The white walls were lined with his sketches and drawings. A picture of you two was proudly placed on his desk right by his laptop that was playing music at a low volume.

"Just this week, I wanted to face the window at night. Helps me sleep I’ve realized,” he said as you walked around his bed and picked up the couple plushie you bought for you two. You held it in your arms as you sat on his bed. The springs creaking as his dark blue sheets wrinkled under your weight. You giggled before speaking, “to watch out for UFOs?"

"You know me so well but no, the moon and sun reminds me of us." You turned your head to smile at Renjun. He mirrored a similar expression before walking over to the side of the bed you were on.

He crouched down and looked at you, “tell me what's wrong.”

You explained to him the events of the past week. His heart sank. He wasn't able to be there for you. He was dealing with academic related issues too but he was beating himself over not checking up on you every now and then. He felt guilty but he was there for you now, so, Renjun slowly moved you into his chest. Letting you rest on him. You took this chance to bury your face into his sweater and hug his frame. You felt the tears starting to form. As you kept talking, Renjun would stroke your head and back, trying to provide a sense of comfort and safety for you.

When you finished spilling your worries out to him, you looked up at him with teary eyes. His thumbs found their way to your cheeks and wiped away the evidence of your sadness. Your eyes fluttered in between his eyes and his lips as he came close to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry nothing worked out the way you wanted to it,” he mumbled. When he pulled back, you pulled him back in, on the lips. You didn’t know what took over you. All you knew was that you needed something to help you temporarily forget your troubles. He was taken aback at first but gave into you. He closed his eyes and let you do what you needed to do. He blindly pulled the sleeves of his sweater down to his hands. You felt the soft fabric against your cheeks as he wiped the hot tears streaming down your face again. As if Renjun’s entire being was pushing out all the negativity you had inside you, the worries you had washed away each second you two spent against each other.

You let your arms circle around his neck, your hand weaving themselves in his hair and eventually playing with it while you kissed him. The kiss was soft at first but turned intense.Your nails slightly scratched at his scalp, he felt shivers up his spine. Your noses bumped each others while you deepened the kiss as far as you could with the sudden need of his lips unlike you ever felt before. When you pulled a little too hard on his hair, he groaned and it knocked you out of your trance. You quickly moved away from him. His eyes fluttered open, his lips a deeper hue of pink and his hair, messy. He blinked a few times before looking at you. Your hair was also a mess and your lips looked swollen.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you are you okay?" You worryingly asked, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him accidentally.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "I'm fine." Your legs dug into his bed at either side of his body. You straightened yourself up as he held your back. You saw his dark eyes glitter in the moonlight as he look up at you. You felt him shift to sit up straight and hold onto your waist now. He let your fingers lace together at your sides before he placed a kiss on your knuckles. He looked up at you through his lashes before trailing his hand up your arm. You sat down in between his legs and he gently moved your hair from your shoulders. His lips brushed against your collarbone before giving it a featherlight kiss.

“Is this alright?” His breath was hot against your skin. You nodded. He felt your hands back in his hair, you unknowingly gripped on it harder and harder but he didn’t mind. It was like encouragement. His lips fell into one area above your collarbone before latching on and leaving harsh kisses, each one feeling like a burn, something you could get addicted to. Your hands went under his sweater to lift it off and to leave him in a plain white t shirt.

You were wrong about having nothing. The darkest skies in the night had something to hang onto for support. Something to make them feel like a whole. You had Renjun.

i love huang renjun that is all uwu - Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

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forestsstories · 5 years

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Unsolved

Sunlight filtered through my beige curtains, casting highlights on the walls and playing gently across my face. I let out a soft moan, not yet ready to release myself from the visions dancing behind my eyelids. As consciousness reluctantly was thrust upon me the images faded from both vision, and memory. However I left my eyes closed for several minutes, until I heard familiar music fill the tiny space which I am permitted to occupy in my house. Another moan rumbled in my throat as I finally forced my eyes wide.

It seemed like a fairly normal day, maybe even a good one. The sky was an azure blue with small but fluffy clouds dancing across it. My hand fell upon my phone, which was vibrating with the force of my morning alarm, and my day began.

My eyes drifted lazily over my accumulation of clothing, dismissing each article with disgust, the way teenage girls often do. Hearing the ruckus of the rest of the house stirring I decided it was best to get my ass in gear if I was planning on having breakfast before school, and decided on my white shorts and red v-neck tee.

I grimaced at the wrinkled state of the tee as the hanger swung back from the force of its burden being snatched from where it hung, and flung it to the bed. My breasts complained slightly as I lifted my night shirt over my head and I made a mental note that it was time to start dieting again unless I wanted to outgrow all my clothes. The idea of asking my mother to take my shopping for new ones, coupled with the look of disdain I could already picture on her face was not one I relished, so dieting was definitely the way to go. It was when I folded down my pj pants and made to kick them to the floor that something abnormal finally hit me.

A quarter sized mark, blue around the edges and a center the colour of caramel, perched delicately upon the outside of my thigh. My brain reeled, going slowly over every possible cause, as one does when a foreign mark finds its way onto your person. My bare skin grazed the soft blankets of my bed as I perched there to go over the likely culprits.

Yesterday had begun in much the same way today had, with the exception of the sunlight. Clouds had hung in the sky and threatened rain, I recalled this clearly as the threat had persisted and I had wondered if soccer practice would be canceled. I remembered packing my cleats anyway, which had taken a while because they weren’t where I had left them. “Ryan!!” I could almost hear myself shouting at my dimwit brother for taking my cleats, feel the vibration of the floor as his feet pounded down the hall toward me. The ensuing argument had lasted several minutes, minutes which were precious in the morning. The result had been a lack of shower, and still missing soccer cleats. So I hadn’t slipped in the shower then.

I closed my eyes, tracing where I had gone next, and wincing inwardly at my whiny tone as I had stood outside my mother’s door. “Ryan took my cleats, I know he did, and I need them for soccer! This sucks!” I remembered stamping my foot, as my mother had told me off for my childish antics and threatened not to let me continue having a job if I was going to act like a child. “Adults don’t stamp their feet when they’re upset Jillian. Use your words.” I sighed, mom was always like that.

But nothing had hit me when I stamped my foot, and nothing else of note had happened at home. I’d packed my usual ham sandwich and ran to catch the bus. Had I fallen? I recalled each time my feet had struck the pavement, but as far as I could remember had arrived at the bus without issue. My father had shouted something that sounded suspiciously like “wear a coat!” as I dashed out the door, but a bruised ego left no physical marks. When my keester had found the hard plastic seat that was the best our cheap school bus could offer I unzipped my bag and rifled through it. Soccer cleats, textbooks, my work uniform, everything I would need for an unremarkable day. The bus ground to a rather jerky halt to pick up one of my friends and I heard some rabble rousing at the back as a couple of the kids had been thrust forward. Katie plopped into the seat next to mine and I recounted the tale of my stolen cleats while the bus puttered onwards towards the hell we liked to call our school.

Bad pop music droned through speakers that were older than I was in the halls. As I made my way to my homeroom I saw the usual high school bull, someone studying, a couple dumb boys wrestling, one of the drama students reciting lines with just a little too much gusto (one of the best tells of inexperience) nothing amiss. I struggled to remember if anyone had bumped me, but nothing remarkable came to mind. My classes had all gone smoothly, I got my English homework back (got an eighty, not bad) and everything had been normal until lunch. I winced a little remembering lunch.

I don’t usually find myself in the cafeteria at lunch time (remember my sandwich?) but today when I unwrapped my carefully prepared meal I spotted a disgusting spot of green fuzz nestled in a sea of soft white bread and knew I would have to brave it. I begged Katie to protect me from the masses but when she shook her head I gathered my courage, took a deep breath and strode in.

The noise was palpable. I like to listen to my music at a temperate sixty percent and this was well abouve seventy decibels. I ducked as a spoonful of mashed potatoes whizzed past my ear and sent the culprit of the attack a nasty glare. It must have worked because I remember feeling a sense of smug satisfaction as he sat his ass down and feigned remorse. I had chosen a cup of strawberries with yogurt and a grilled cheese for lunch. Ten dollars seemed like a bit much for the contents of my tray but I needed staying power if I was going to make it through a shift at work on top of soccer practice. The buttery crunch of the sandwich almost made up for the near miss of potato in my face, and I found myself not entirely sorry that my ham sandwich had proven inedible.

It wasn’t until I had half finished that I realized where I had decided to sit. A mere five feet from me, and staring at my chest with gusto was the mouth breather who always watched our soccer practice. Kevin. I frowned and scooted sideways to put a little more distance between us, until I felt my thigh brush against the steel leg of the table. The leg was cold and I considered just ditching my food and leaving, but ten dollars is a lot of money. It’s incomprehensible how I could hear his breaths amid the din of the cafeteria, but I swear I could almost feel the air being pushed between his teeth, even though I know that isn’t actually possible. My chewy grilled cheese didn’t taste nearly as good once I realized I was watching it beneath his watchful gaze.

I ended up walking the halls with my yogurt cup, carefully smuggled out as you’re not supposed to have food outside the cafeteria. The rest of the school day had been formulaic, and I couldn’t think of any reason a bruise would have blossomed on my skin from it. Had it been the table leg? I couldn’t remember hitting it with any amount of force, but possibly. I sank my teeth gently into my bottom lip as I continued to peruse the days memories.

Finally I landed at soccer practice, slipping on my cleats in the changing room. I told Katie about my impromptu lunch date and we both shared a laugh at our mouth breathing friends expense. I gazed longingly at the showers, wondering briefly if there was time to slip in a quick wash to make up for this morning, but the coach had launched into a tirade over something or another and I had to at least pretend to be paying attention. I expect I wasn’t because I couldn’t recall what the speech had been about, but I’ve gotten pretty good at pretending. Seven short minutes later we were on the field, sweating as we raced each other around it, attempting to foot wrestle the spotted ball into the opponents net. I remembered a chill in the air and a crisp scent that made me wonder again if it was going to rain.

A slight drizzle began about ten minutes in and persisted throughout practice but we were not to be done in by a little rain. Anything short of a downpour and we were determined to play, because we’re girls. I recalled the ball hurtling toward me. I remembered a split second decision to knock it to Katie, and my eyes flew open as I remembered my foot coming out from under me.

My breath caught in my throat as my foot slipped on the grass, slick with rain. My shoulder slammed hard into the dirt and my eyesight went dark for a moment, as it tends to when you take a hard fall. Play had stopped as everyone gathered around me and the coach asked if anything hurt. I frowned, concentrating on how exactly I had struck the ground. I remembered my ankle had been twisted, and as I touched my shoulder I realized a bruise was also blossoming there, but my thigh hadn’t taken the weight of my fall so an injury there didn’t make a lot of sense.

That was it though. I felt my brow furrow as I sat naked upon my bed reaching for any other possible explanation. My mother had picked me up after practice and due to having to ice my ankle I had called in sick from work. My manager had groaned a little, but there was little to be done. The remainder of the evening had been spent in bed, icing my ankle and studying. I pushed the mark, watching the pale skin around it regain colour for a moment after I released it and sighed. It would seem that the mystery mark on my thigh, similar to the reason of why Kevin can’t operate his god given nostrils, would remain unsolved.

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thewritewolf · 5 years

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DJWifi December Day 3 - Snooze

I’m a big fan of fluff, domestic fluff especially. While my entry for today isn’t quite that, it is close enough to have warmed my heart as I was writing it.

@purrincess-chat

Enjoy!

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It was pretty straightforward, in theory at least. Just a double date with their friends surely wasn’t much to ask for.

Yet, this was the fourth attempt at getting it to work. The first date had fallen through since Nino was called in unexpectedly to fill in at the radio station. A couple weeks later and Marinette’s most demanding professor had thrown a new project on them from out of nowhere, eating up her spare time for the entire week. It took three months for the stars that was their university schedules to line up again, and Adrien cancelled thanks to the unbelievable douchery of his father.

Alya was not optimistic about their chances of success, fully expecting the date to be called off last minute again. While she would love to meet with her friends again, she also wasn’t looking forward to how early the date would be. Eight in the morning may not seem that bad, but she had to set her alarms for around six if they were going to make sure they had everything ready and giving extra time for arriving.

“Nino, babe, I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Don’t stress about it. It isn’t the best time, but at least we can look forward to seeing our bros, right?”

“Babe, I’m not even tired. I’m not even in bed usually until midnight at the earliest. And you’re even worse about it than I am! How the hell are we going to pull this off?” She waited for his as he joined her in their shared bed.

“It’s pretty easy. We just lay down… and drift off to sleep.”

“That’s not a solution, that’s-” His fake snoring cut her off. “Really, Nino? Ugh, fine. I’m going to turn on a movie then.”

Despite her concerns, the film’s slow pacing and quiet dialogue lulled her to sleep. She was out cold before the credits rolled.

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The blaring of her phone alarm wrenched her into the waking world. She felt an arm retract from around her waist as Nino rolled over in a futile escape from the noise. Blurry-eyed, she checked the time. Six in the morning. They still had two hours before they had to leave, and she had a few more alarms set.

She set down the phone and weighed her options. Her next alarm would go off in an hour. The plan had been to use this extra time to reach pinnacle perfection and make sure she was fully awake when they went on this date.

She snorted and rolled over to spoon Nino. Perfection was overrated.

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There wasn’t so much an argument in her head when the second alarm went off so much as there was a sudden burst of emotion. Formless anger was the big one - it was definitely the explanation for how her hand darted out so quickly to turn it off. A healthy dose of confusion and forgetfulness also helped prevent the adrenaline rush that might have happened had she remembered why the alarm was going off.

Poor Nino didn’t even have a chance to wake up due to the alarm barely having any time to sound out. Even if he had started to stir, he wouldn’t have wanted to move due to his girlfriend securely tethering herself to him.

As the young couple settled back into sleep, a pair of eyes watched them from above.

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“I feel as though we should wake them. It is what they would want us to do, yes?” The turtle kwami watched their chosen sleep. It seemed they were blissfully unaware of the alarm that was going off. They had managed to bury themselves under pillows in their sleep, dulling the noise from the phone.

“Listen, Wayzz. Would it be good to wake them up right now? Yes. Yes it would. But!” She quickly zipped in front of him as he began floating towards them. “You have to ask yourself - which would be funnier?”

Wayzz frowned doubtfully. “They have been looking forward to this excursion for quite a while. Surely, Master Nino would prefer to be awakened.” Despite his words, he did not attempt to move past Trixx.

“They’ll definitely make it! And it’s not like Adrien or Marinette won’t wait for them if they are late. But wouldn’t it be hilarious if they had a little freak out to wake them up?” Seeing his doubt only deepen, Trixx rolled his eyes and took a different argument. “Listen - do you want to share the phone’s fate?”

They looked over towards the phone. After it had been angrily silenced, it had been tossed across the room, onto a stack of decorative pillows.

“And you know that they’ll just go back to sleep until they have no other choice anyway.”

“...Maybe you’re right, Trixx. Would you care to get some breakfast?”

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“Hey! Kit! It’s time to get up!”

Alya didn’t have time to register her kwami’s words before her phone landed on her face. Holding it away from her, she noticed the time with a rising panic.

Seven forty-five. They had fifteen minutes before they had to be out the door. How could it have come to this?

From above two kwami watched in amusement as their chosen scrambled to get ready, keeping an eye out to ensure they didn’t forget anything tooimportant.

In the end, they were only ten minutes late and finally had the time out with friends they had been craving for so long.

#miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #Nino lahiffe #djwifi december #djwifi #ml fanfiction #my writing

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“Run-In”- Part 5

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 8,628

Theme Song for this Chapter: “Creul Youth- Hatefuck”

“I still can’t believe that you got him to take you on a date.” Hyolyn laughed as she slipped her drink.

“Why is that so shocking? You make it sound like I tricked him into doing it,” You replied tossing a French fry in your mouth. “He was the one that offered.”

“That’s why it’s so shocking. This is your precious ‘Yoongi’ we’re talking about.”

You rolled your eyes. His screaming voice echoing in your head. “He’s not 'my precious Yoongi’.”

“Oh whatever! You two can deny it all y'all like but it’s completely obvious. You two like each other and it’s not just the sex I’m talking about. You’re my best friend so it is easy to read your feelings. But that day when he showed up to drag you away…” Hyolyn took another sip of her drink, shaking her head. “You got that man whipped off of your vagina. You have him all confused that’s why he is doing things that are out of the norm for him.”

You shrugged your shoulders. As much as you wanted to feed into the idea that Yoongi may have feelings for you, you were afraid you’d get hurt again if you confronted him on it. Since he was taking you to dinner, this may be the only chance you’ll have to ask him any and everything, including his behavior lately.

~~~

Y/n… Y/n!“ You’re supervisor called you. You blinked, coming out of your thoughts. "You’ve been a little out of it today. Is everything alright?”

You smiled and nodded your head. “Yes, everything is fine. I was just thinking about this date I have.”

“You have a date?” You’re supervisor asked in astonishment which made you laugh. “I thought you would have given up dating after your father sends his minions to crash it.” She laughed.

“Well it’s not really a date. This guy I was seeing asked me to dinner tonight.”

Your supervisor slowly nodded letting you know that she understood. Mina came out from behind the curtain showing off the seventh dress she tried on. You looked at her in amazement. She was really beautiful and it didn’t matter what she wore, it always looked nice on her.

“Did I hear that someone has a date?” Mina teased, making you laugh.

“No, it’s not a date. It’s a… it’s a–”

“A DATE!” Mina and your supervisor stated together. You rolled your eyes and gathered the dresses in your arms to take them to the counter.

“It’s must be dating season because I’m going on a date in an hour.” Mina said, closing back the curtain to change.

“Oh yeah? Sounds fun. Do you know where you are going?” You asked.

“Knowing my ex boyfriend, probably to another one of our favorite restaurants. I just hope everything goes well and we won’t get into any arguments.”

You giggled. “I doubt it. You two are destined to be together.”

Mina opened the curtain to reveal the clothes she walked into the store wearing. “I guess you’re right.” The both of you laughed and walked over to check out. “Have fun on your date. I’ll be back tomorrow and I want details on everything.”

“Deal!” You stated brightly.

“Shit! I forgot the other dress in the changing room. I’ll be right back.”

Mina ran to the back as you continued to ring up her items. A few of the dresses you had stacked on top of each other fell, leaving you to bend down and pick them up. You heard the door open and heard someone walking up to the counter.

“Just a minute. I’ll be with you shortly.” You shouted from below. You jumped up with the dresses in tow. A tall man had his back facing you but when he turned around, you almost dropped the clothes again. “Yoongi?”

He looked almost as surprised to see you there too. He knew almost everything about you but didn’t know you worked at Mina’s favorite clothing store. You were about to ask him what was he doing here but then Mina came back to the counter with her dress.

“Oh great you’re here!” She smiled and went to embrace him. He held her close and placed a kiss on her cheek before looking you back in the eyes. You stood there confused, unsure of what was going on.

“Y/n, this is the guy I have been telling you about. My ex boyfriend who I’m destined to be with, Yoongi.” She laughed, unaware that you and Yoongi were having a stare down. “I’ll wait in the car while you pay.” She told him, kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you later, y/n. Have fun on your date!”

Mina exited the store leaving you and Yoongi alone. You both remained quiet. Your thoughts ran wild as you finished ringing up her clothes while Yoongi studied your facial expressions. Everything she ever told you was hitting you all at once. They were still seeing other despite all the days he spent with you. He fucked you but made love to her. He degraded you but made sweet promises to her. They loved each other! No wonder he was so kind towards her, he loved HER. It all makes sense why he told you that you meant nothing to him. He only had room in his heart for Mina. He was just using you, y/n. You knew this, remember? Even now, they were about to head to a fancy dinner where they were more likely to confess their love for each other. While later on, he was going to take you out, curse and insult you, knowing you would still spread your legs from him. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you were just his punching bag that had a wet hole for him to stick his dick in.

Yoongi watched your eyes water. He would be lying to himself if he said that seeing you cry didn’t bother him but he was also serious about not wanted to be with you romantically. You didn’t hold that kind of effect on him like Mina did, or so he thought. You were there for him when he was stressed and needed to release his anger. He figured that you would develop feelings for him and hoped you would get over it with time. Yoongi cleared his throat trying to think of something to say. He never had to sugarcoat anything so he just said what came to mind.

“This doesn’t change anything so be ready tonight.”

You tossed your head up in anger to glare at him. Your face was contorted into a frown and your eyes had fire in them to disguise the hurt. Yoongi watched you walk away without saying a single word to him. You went over to your supervisor and told her you suddenly felt ill and could you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You walked away while your supervisor came over to assist Yoongi. He didn’t like how you walked away from him like that. He spoke to you and wanted a reply. He could feel his anger creeping up.

“Do you let all of your employees’ just walk away when they’re helping someone?”

“I apologize, Mr. Min. She wasn’t feeling well.”

“She seemed fine just a second ago and even gave me attitude. I want some kind of disciplinary action filed against her or I will have this place shut down.”

“Of course, sir. Once again, I apologize.”

Yoongi took the bags and left the store. On his way back to the car, he called and had one of his men watch your apartment. The moment you made it home, he would be coming over to put you back in your place.

You paced in the bathroom, fighting with your thoughts. How dare he?!… HOW DARE HE?!… Well no more! You were officially done with Yoongi. If he needed to get off, he better do it inside of Mina. You didn’t need him in your life. You were doing just fine before you met him and you will be fine after. You couldn’t believe that you had been so blinded by lust that you let him get off on treating you like gum under his shoes. You punched and kicked the stall door in anger before falling down to the floor in tears. You hugged your knees, pulling them closer to your chest. To you, this was more than just sex. You hiccupped as you sobbed. It just hurts. Your heart hurts so much and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were in love with him too.

~~~

You didn’t go home that night. You figured that Yoongi would probably be waiting for you to arrive and you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to ever see him again so you turned off your phone and stayed over Hyolyn’s apartment. You cried to her about everything. You even admitted to her that you loved him. She understood and did everything to cheer you up. You didn’t know it but she even canceled her plans for the evening to stay home with you. You were like a sister to her so she hated when you were hurt or in pain.

The two of you settled on having a girl’s night in her living room, watching movies and eating pizza like you both use to do back in high school. She avoided the cheesy romantic movies on purpose, choosing comedy, action, and even horror movies.

“I got it!” Hyolyn yelled out, breaking your attention away from “The Fast and the Furious” movie. “We could quit our jobs and become street racers! We could make so much money and do it looking sexy as hell.”

You burst out in tears, trying to control your laughter. “And who’s going to do the driving? Not me!”

“We could pay someone to drive. I’m too pretty to risk my life for a couple thousand bucks.”

You laughed again. “And what about our driver? He deserves to risk his life?”

“Well, we’ll pay him!”

“But his family could come after us because we are held liable for his death.”

“They would have to catch me first.” She laughed.

“Let’s just stick with what we got and then if it all fails, we’ll start stripping.”

Hyolyn laughed but agreed. You two finished watching the rest of the series, falling asleep in front of the television. You awoke in the early hours of the morning. Hyolyn was still asleep and you looked around to check the time.

“It’s only 4:30.” You mumbled quietly.

You don’t know why but you turned on your phone. After a minute of loading, your phone became bombarded with text and voice messages. Your heart thumped in your chest. You knew who they were from but you were scared to read it. Knowing Yoongi, he was probably calling you every name in the book. You wondered what he was doing at that moment and then the thoughts of him and Mina in bed flooded your mind. Her voice echoing in your head. “I love him and he loves me…”

You shook your head, holding yourself closer. You took a deep breath, feeling the tears fall down your face. You wish you were just like him, numb to the world so you couldn’t feel this pain. You cried silently so you wouldn’t wake Hyolyn. You felt bad for always bothering her with your problems but you also felt so grateful for her being there. It was then that your thoughts were cut short by the vibration of your phone. Yoongi’s nickname in bold white letters on the screen. You didn’t answer and waited until the call ended. Not even a minute later, it vibrated again alerting you that you had a text message. This time you opened it.

4:40am- The Big Asshole: I know you saw that I called. Answer your phone!

You sighed, turning your phone off again. You turned on your side, lost in your thoughts until the sun light was shining into the apartment. Hyolyn was still asleep so you got up and went to her bedroom. After successfully picking out an outfit from her closet, you went to take a shower. You dressed and went to her kitchen where she was sitting on the counter eating fruit.

“Nice fit,” she joked. “Did you sleep well?”

You made a cup of tea with toast and sat on the opposite counter. “I did until I woke up this morning. I couldn’t sleep after that.”

“To be honest with you, I had a panic attack when I woke up and you weren’t there. I thought for a second, he came in and dragged you out of here.”

You couldn’t help but to giggle. Hyolyn was so silly that you almost burned yourself drinking the tea. “And you were gonna let him just take me?” You joked.

“Nope, I would have come on his compound like Rambo, shooting up everyone. But just know, if you accidentally get hit with a bullet, I want you to remember that I tried to save you.”

This time you did laugh. “How do you come to rescue me but kill me in the process?!”

“What ever happened to 'it’s the thought that counts’?”

“Did you think that you were going to kill me?” You laughed as you jumped off the counter.

“No but shit happens.” She laughed.

“That’s good to know,” you said as you placed the dishes in the dishwasher. “I’m going to see my mom. I’ll be back.”

“Ok. If you see your brother, put in a good word for me.”

You shook your head walking out of the front door. You got into your car and headed to your parent’s house. Even though you call them all the time, you haven’t visited in awhile. Your mom would be ecstatic to see you and your dad would be out at work with your brother. You smiled to yourself. You missed them and couldn’t wait to see them.

You pulled into the driveway looking around. You spotted an unknown car and hopped out.

The car was black and the back windows were tinted. It looked a little odd that a car like this was parked at your parent’s house but you shrugged it off. Using your keys, you entered the residence, closing the door behind you. Everything seemed the same since you last been there despite a few new items. You looked around but nobody was in sight. As you walked further into the house, you heard voices coming from the patio in the backyard. You found your mother sitting in one of the wicker chairs looking out at the scenery, your brother was swimming laps in the pool, and your father stood off to the side talking with an unknown man who had his back facing you. He was dressed casually and the only detail you noticed about him was his black hair. Your mom was the first one to spot you standing there.

“Y/n! Oh my goodness! I’ve missed you,” she said standing up to embrace you. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled, hugging her back. “I just wanted to stop by and visit.”

“That’s new. I thought you were too busy living your life.” She joked, making you giggle.

“I’m not that busy. I’ve just been…. living life.”

“Uh huh, what’s his name?”

“Mom! There isn’t a guy, really!” She gave you a look that let you know she wasn’t buying it. “There isn’t! Dad and Matthew scared away all the boys.”

“Oh honey, they’re just looking out for you,” she moved to go into the house. “Well I hope your busy lifestyle won’t call you away before dinner. We’re having a guest over.”

“As long as Hyolyn can be my guest.” You already had your phone out texting her to come over for dinner and how your brother was going to be there.

“Of course! She is always welcome to come over. How is she doing by the way?”

“Hyolyn hasn’t changed one bit. Still the same outspoken girl you remember.”

You followed your mother into the kitchen and helped her prepared dinner. Shortly after everything was done, your father and his guest entered the kitchen with your brother right behind them.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Your father asked in surprise.

“Am I not allowed here?” You replied sarcastically, giggling. “I’m staying for dinner.”

Your eyes traveled over to his guest and noticed that his eyes were already on you. He looked young but he held a serious facial expression. His black hair was parted at the side and even though he was dressed casually, he was standing as though he wearing a business suit. He was a very handsome man. His lips widen into a smirk and his eyes crinkled at the ends. The clearing of your father’s throat brought your attention away from the stranger. You looked away embarrassed at the fact that you were caught staring.

“This is Jinyoung. He is a friend of your brother’s.” Your father stated. You looked over at your brother who was drinking a glass of juice.

“Matt has friends?” Your comment made Jinyoung and your mother chuckle but made your father and brother glare at you. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me, let me clarify. It’s nice to meet you Jinyoung, it’s not every day that I meet my brother’s friends. He works a lot.”

Jinyoung nodded and your mother decided it was her turn to talk. “Okay, everyone! Dinner will begin in thirty minutes. Matthew, why don’t you get cleaned up? Y/n, you can help me set the table. Honey, you and Jinyoung can have a seat in the living room.”

You pulled out your phone to text Hyolyn to see how long it would take before she arrived. You had begun decorating the table until your mother distracted you by holding up two cold beer bottles in your face.

“Why don’t you offer your father and Jinyoung a drink?”

You took the bottles and headed towards the living room. You found your father standing by the mantel piece while Jinyoung was seated on the couch. Both of their attention turned to you as you entered the room.

“Mom thought you guys would want something to drink.” You stated handing them the cold beverage. You watched as Jinyoung took a sip before asked him questions. “So, do you work with Matt and my father?”

He cleared his throat before speaking. “No. Actually I am working as a DA. We met when I had to interview him for a case, at the time.”

“Really?! But you look so young!”

“I’ll be twenty-eight later in the year.” He chuckled.

“Yes, he is young but he is very smart. He’s gaining a lot of attention for being the new attorney that won the Ramos’ case. I’m thinking of bringing him in for the Min case.” Your father said proudly. Jinyoung just smiled.

Just the thought of Yoongi’s name made your stomach turn. All the pain from yesterday came flooding back and you felt your eyes water. You haven’t thought about him, or at least tried not to. He stopped trying to call and text you. The messages he’d had already sent, still went unread.

“Well, I’ll let you guys to get back to your discussion. Everything will be ready soon.”

As you walked back, you heard the doorbell and went to answer it. Hyolyn stood there in a sexy but causal outfit. Her hair and makeup was done to perfection. You shook your head, stepping aside to let her in.

“Wow, Hyolyn. What’s the occasion?”

She rolled her eyes. “I haven’t seen your family in so long and I wanted to look nice.”

“Right, are you sure it’s my entire family or just one person in particular?”

“Well you can just call it a bonus. I look presentable for your family and extra good for your brother.”

Your mother came out clapping her hands alerting everyone. “Dinner is ready!”

You all sat around the table in the dining room enjoying the meal. Everything was delicious and there was a lot of small talk going around so that the atmosphere wouldn’t be awkward. Throughout dinner, you felt yourself being watched only to look up and lock eyes with Jinyoung. When he realized he had your attention, he would smile causing you to shift in your seat from nervousness. Hyolyn, who didn’t miss a beat, giggled at you before Matt threw a few questions her way making her turn bright red from the attention.

After dinner, you and Hyolyn helped your mother clean the dishes while chatting with your dad. Matt and Jinyoung remained in the dining room drinking beer and talking. When it was all over and everything was back in its place, everyone settled around the house. Your mother and father sat in the living room, watching a film while the rest of you guys hung out on the backyard patio. It was all going well until Hyolyn gave you a look that threw you off and asked to speak with Matt off to the side. You shook your head and giggled until you realized you were alone with Jinyoung. When you looked over at him, he had his head in his phone and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“So, y/n? Are you normally this quiet?” The mere mention of your name, made your heart pound in your chest. The way his deep voice said it was in a teasing manner.

“Uh… no, I’m just… enjoying the night air.” He sat down in a chair next to you.

“What else do you enjoy?” He asked. You could feel his gaze on you and smiled.

“There’s a lot that I enjoy and but I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time for me to name it all.”

“How about we make time?” You looked at him confused the moment you heard the words. “Allow me to take you to dinner.”

You giggled. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Sure, why not. I’ve seen all the pictures your family has on display of you and now that I’ve seen and met you, I want to get to know you better. I spoke with your father and he approved of the idea.” Jinyoung chuckled. Now you were shocked.

“My father? Are you sure you were talking to the right man? My dad likes to keep me on lockdown from guys like I’m eighteen.” You rolled your eyes.

“Is it a bad thing that he wants to protect you?”

“Not really,” you said as you thought everything over. If your father accepted Jinyoung’s offer to take you out, then why couldn’t you go? Why couldn’t you be in the company of someone who actually wants you there? Someone who wants to get to know you. You needed to be away and meet with guys other than Yoongi. “Okay, I accept. I would love to go on a date with you.”

~~~

That night you smiled the entire ride back to Hyolyn’s place. You had an actual date. One where you didn’t have to worry about your father or Matt ruining it. Hyolyn was happy for you but she was too busy gushing about her time with Matt.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N! He said that he wasn’t dating and even said we should HANG OUT sometime! We agreed to lunch AND dinner next weekend!” She screeched. You laughed at her giddiness. She suddenly stopped and she had a straight face, staring at you. “You don’t mind, do you? If I dated Matt?”

You looked at her in shock. “Really, Hyolyn?! No, I wouldn’t mind! You’re my best friend! I want you to be happy and if that means it’s with my annoying brother then so be it. I’m really happy you decided to make your move. Looks like all the planning paid off.” You laughed.

She smiled, falling back against the seat. “Enough about me, what about you and Jinyoung? Could he be a potential boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” you smiled. “There is definitely something there. I’m really excited for my date. We have to go shopping!”

“We can go tomorrow after work.”

“Deal.”

~~~

You woke up the next morning feeling better than before. You and Hyolyn left her apartment around the same time but headed in different directions. You were excited for the day, mostly to go shopping for a dress. You drove thinking about what color you wanted to wear, what heels, what accessories would all look good together. You managed to get to work twenty minutes later, checking your reflection in the rearview mirror before getting out of your car. When you walked inside, the first person to greet you was your supervisor.

“Good morning!” You said cheerfully. You were about to walk past her but she stopped you.

“Y/n, can we talk for a moment?”

You nodded, following her over to the side away from everybody else. “I want you to take a break. Come back in a week.”

You looked at her confused. “Why do I need to take a break? I’m fine. Besides, I want to save my break time for when I really need it.”

“I’m not offering. I’m telling you.” She replied sternly.

“But why? Can I ask why?”

“Mr. Min did not like the way you assisted him and he wants some kind of repercussions on your behalf.”

“And you agreed?!” You asked in astonishment, trying to mask your anger but it wasn’t working. “That man has made my life a living hell since I met him! He wants to establish control over me! This is MY job! When have I ever been rude with a customer or slacked off at work? My attitude is the same towards everyone that walks through that door. Now you are suspending me because of what he said!”

“And if you keep this up, you are on your way to being unemployed. I told you, this was not an offer. You either take the break or don’t come back at all.”

Your supervisor walked away leaving you there fighting back your emotions. Why would he do this? Why couldn’t he just let you be? This was your job and he managed to take that away temporarily. You tried to hold it all in as your eyes watered. You walked to the door, your shoulders hunched over. Just as you were about to open the door, it flew open automatically. Mina walked in excitedly. You were just the person she wanted to see.

“Y/n! How are you? How was your date? Tell me everything!” She saw a tear roll down your face before you wiped it away. Her smile quickly faded away as she became worried. “What’s the matter?”

You made sure your face was clear before you spoke. “Umm… yes, everything was fine. The date went well but I have to go right now. We can talk later.”

You walked out of the store leaving Mina standing there worried. You avoided telling her the truth because you knew it would bring about more questions. What would happened if you told her that you didn’t go on a date because you were upset that he already belonged to someone else or that in a short period of time, Yoongi got you suspended from your job just because you walked away from him. Now to just anyone, it would seem like nothing, but Mina has been with Yoongi long enough to know him inside and out. You figured that if you told her, Mina would soon be able to deduce that you and Yoongi are closer than she thought.

You sat in your car with your head resting against the steering wheel, feeling like shit. How could you allow a man to have so much power over you and the things you do? You weren’t even sleeping at your apartment because you knew he would show up demanding answers. When were you going to stand up to him and take your life back? For you, this was more than just sex. Yes, you loved and craved the feeling he gave you but it meant nothing if you were miserable majority of the time because of him. You sniffed and started your car, pulling out of parking lot. Since Hyolyn was at work, you were headed to another place that calmed you down when you were upset.

~~~

You sat on the floor with your legs tucked under you and your eyes glued to the page. You were sitting in a local bookstore, flipping through your one of your favorite novels. You brought the book closer to your face smiling at the scene.

******

“It’s because I love you that I can’t be with you. You will find someone else who will be able to love you the way I can’t.” The girl cried.

“I don’t care! I don’t care how anyone feels about me, I’m not letting you go! I refuse to let someone else come along and discover the beautiful things about you!” He held her arm, pulling her towards him but she tried to break away.

“No, let me go! You have to let me go. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

“If you really think so, why are you crying?” The girl became stunned and the guy used it as his opportunity to pull her into his chest, embracing her tightly. “It’s because you don’t want to leave me, so don’t. I can’t stand the thought of you gone forever. I love you so much that I don’t think I can survive without you.” He pulled back to wipe away her tears. It was then that she could see the tears running down his face. “I love you which is why I can’t let you go. Please don’t go.”

******

A drop of wetness fell onto the typed page. Then another and another until you couldn’t see anything behind your blurred vision. You gasped, barely touching your cheek. You hadn’t realized that you had been crying and felt so silly. You slowly shook your head, trying to clear out all your thoughts. It was then that soft white cloth dangled in front of your face. You didn’t think much of it until a deep voice spoke out.

“Here, looks like you need this.” You shook your head.

“That’s okay. I’m fine.”

He kneeled in front of you and you were able to see him. Your eyes widen at how handsome he was. His short brown hair was parted but still surrounded his forehead. You could see the gentleness in his dark brown eyes as he stared into your face. His plump pink lips spread into a small smirk.

“No really, take it.” You reached out and took it from him, wiping your eyes.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, ashamed at your behavior. You figured that he thought you were a crazy love struck girl. Even you had trouble believing that you weren’t. His smirk widened and you were able to see his teeth. He had such a gorgeous smiled and you found your eyes, drawn to his lips.

“No problem. Now what are you reading that has gotten such a beautiful woman so worked up over.” You closed the book and showed him the cover.

“It’s not just the book. I’ve had a bad morning and I thought reading would make me feel better but it just ended up making me emotional. I’m sorry; you must think I’m foolish.”

“Not at all! I honestly hate seeing a woman cry. I’m afraid to say that it’s a weakness of mine.” You dried your eyes and handed him back the handkerchief.

“No keep it, just for emergencies.” You smiled and nodded folding and placing it inside your bag. You straighten out yourself about to stand when he held out his hand to help you up.

“Thank you so much. You are very kind and sweet.” You said, feeling a bit better. You just hoped that Yoongi wouldn’t find another way to ruin your life. He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Park Jimin.”

“Y/n,” you said as you shook his hand. “Is there anything I can help you with? I don’t work here but I know this bookstore like the back of my hand, I can help with whatever you’re looking for.”

He smiled again holding his arm out for you to lead the way. “After you.”

You nodded, walking in front of him. “So what are you looking for?”

“Two things actually. I’m looking for something for a good friend of mine. I thought maybe a book would do since he likes to read. And the second is for his daughter, it’s her birthday.” He chuckled. “Now I have a car full of presents for her but I feel like I could find something here that could capture her attention.”

“Indeed you can. This bookstore has a variety of books and activities for little girls.”

You led Jimin around the store looking at different items and making small talk. He had a very charming energy that drew you in and you couldn’t help but smile every time he did. Unbeknownst to you, he was checking you out as much as he could, gathering information on you. The way you talked, the way you walk, and how you interacted with people in the store. Jimin had to admit that he was quite taken with you. There was something about you that intrigued him. He found you on the floor, crying and reading but now you were happy and cheerful. He wanted to get to know you more and find out what kind of woman you really were.

“So I guess this is it.” You stopped at the door with Jimin after he found what he was looking for and paid for the items.

“Yes, thank you for your assistance. I appreciate the help.” He smiled and so did you. “You know, I wouldn’t mind having a companion to a little girl’s birthday party. What do you say?” It was then that a man in black came to the door, holding it open to speak.

“It’s time to go Mr. Park.”

You giggled. “Thanks for the offer but how about another time.”

“At least there will be another time.” He pulled out a card from his suit jacket and handed it to you. Your hand accidentally brushing against his and his skin felt warm and soft. “Give me a call when you become available.”

He left and you watched as he walked away with his confidence stride to a black car and climbed into the backseat. You looked at the card which only had his name and a number. You smiled to yourself, putting the card in your bag.

“Well, I can always use new friends.” You told yourself.

Later on that day you met with Hyolyn and told her about your day. The two of you went shopping as planned and went out to eat. You chose to go home that night, tired of acting like a fugitive. But strange enough, Yoongi never called or came over. You began to think that he gave up on you and you breathed a sigh of relief but you also felt a bit of sadness. Of course you knew this was a part of the healing process and you needed to let nature take its course. So before bed, you chatted on the phone with Jinyoung and made plans for dinner the following night.

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You looked up from your plate at Jinyoung. Everything was going well and the food was delicious. He came, on time, to pick you up from your apartment and helped you into his car like a gentleman. You could tell that he put a lot of thought into his attire. He wanted to look nice but not too fancy so he settled on a navy blue suit and white button up. He even went to the salon and had his hair styled. You had found a nice black dress at the mall. You wanted to wear something different from a skin tight club dress and decided to buy a strapless dress. It was tight around your torso and flared out at your waist, stopping just above your knees. You had your hair pulled up into a bun and you wore your makeup light.

You were enjoying yourself and the conversation was never dull. Jinyoung talked about himself and how he got started as an attorney before asking questions about you. He took an interest in your hobbies and life outside from your father’s work.

“How’s the food?” He asked taking a sip of wine, watching as you ate.

You smiled, sipping from your glass to wash down the food. “Everything’s is very good. Thank you. What about your dinner? Is it good?” Jinyoung sighed, looking down at his plate.

“I think I should have ordered the steak and lobster.” You laughed leaning over to look at his plate.

“What’s wrong with the lamb?”

“I’ve had lamb before and this is not it.” You laughed again, grabbing your fork to cut a piece of your salmon. Holding it up for him to take a bite.

“Here, try this.”

Jinyoung leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your fork. He pulled away, chewing on the piece of meat. He nodded in approval trying to savor the taste in his mouth.

“Mhmm, we should switch plates. You can have the so-called 'lamb’ and I’ll eat the fish.”

“No way!” You giggled cutting another piece. “But I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.” Jinyoung smiled and reached across the table to take your hand in his. His thumb slowly rubbed over the backside of your hand.

“I’m glad that you agreed to come out with me.” You nodded.

“Me too. I’m having a wonderful time. Thank you for even showing interest in me.”

Your eyes traveled down to his lips and you found yourself wanting to lean over the table and kiss him. Jinyoung has been an amazing date. He is funny and smart and you could definitely see yourself going on a second date with him. No wonder your family approved of him. Suddenly Jinyoung’s eyes traveled past you and his smile quickly faded into a stern stare.

“I don’t believe this.” He mumbled to himself but you were still able to hear him. You turned your head to see what was wrong and your eyes widened at the sight. There stood Yoongi at the door of the restaurant with his arm wrapped around a woman who was not Mina. That asshole! You turned back around in your seat, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You grabbed your glass and swallowed down the rest of your wine. Jinyoung was too busy watching Yoongi to notice your change in behavior. When he did look back at you, he failed to miss the second glass of wine that you had just finished off.

“Do you know who that is?” He motioned with a nodded of his head in Yoongi’s direction. You look back as the waiter led them to the back of the restaurant. His eyes suddenly locked with yours but he just smiled and looked away, his date clinging tightly to him.

“No, I don’t. Who is he?” You asked turning back to Jinyoung.

“That’s Yoongi, as in Min Yoongi, a well known crime lord. He is bound to take over his father’s empire sooner or later. And when he does, I promise you that the crime in this city will increase.”

“That’s unfortunate.” You stated, trying to hide the irritation in your voice. “Wonder what brings a man like that here.”

“Yeah, I wonder if it’s just a cover.” He asked curiously, looking around for where Yoongi might be seated. Just as luck would have it, all you had to do was look up to make eye contact with Yoongi again. Even though he was on the other side of the restaurant, he had a clear view of you, the table, and Jinyoung. You reached out and grabbed Jinyoung’s hand making him look at you.

“Enough about him. I don’t want to spoil our date talking about a criminal. Besides, bad guys always get caught by the good ones, right?”

Jinyoung chuckled. “That’s right.”

The remainder of dinner, you tried to focus on Jinyoung even though you could feel Yoongi’s eyes drilling a hole in your head. You two had gone back to talking and discussing the food. You were a laughing mess when you both found out that he didn’t order the lamb but goat liver. Jinyoung couldn’t help but laugh either. He gave up and just ordered his original choice.

“You don’t mind that we stay here for awhile, do you?” He asked, worried that you would get bored sitting at the restaurant for so long.

“No, I don’t mind. How can we leave when we haven’t ordered dessert yet?” You smiled and he did too.

During the next conversation, you heard your phone ringing in your clutch purse. You opened it to retrieve your phone but found out it was just a message.

8:37pm- The Big Asshole: You can make time for your date with the DA but can’t make it to our date…

You ignored the text placing your phone back in your purse only for it to ring again.

8:39pm- The Big Asshole: You look beautiful tonight. I wonder if your date knows that you put out on the first night. I bet he is just hoping that you do.

Once again you put your phone in your purse but, of course, you received another message.

8:40pm- The Big Asshole: I’m not satisfied with the way we left things. We need to talk. Meet me by the bathrooms.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You had nothing to say to him and didn’t want to talk to him. This time you turned off the sound and were about to put your phone back when another messaged popped. You weren’t about to open it but something quickly told you to.

8:41pm- The Big Asshole: ignoring me will be the biggest mistake of your life.

8:42pm- The Big Asshole: don’t think that because you’re with someone that I won’t have him killed. His blood will be on your hands.

Jinyoung’s voice faded out of your head. Your heart was beating rapidly as you took a look around the restaurant. A big man, dressed in all black, was walking towards the table. You weren’t completely sure but you thought you saw a gun in his waistband. Your breath hitched in your throat as fear took over. Without thinking, you abruptly stood knocking over the bottle of wine, drawing attention to yourself. Majority of it spilled over the table but some of it had also gotten on your dress. Jinyoung looked at you in surprise.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” you panicked as you tried to brush off your dress, look around for that man, keep your eye on Yoongi, and make sure that Jinyoung was still alive.”I’m going to clean up in the bathroom. I-I’ll be right back.“

You hurried off to the bathroom trying to clean off your dress. Even though you were wearing black, the wine left a noticeable wet spot on the dress. You took a moment to try to calm down. You were so frightened that you were on the verge of tears. You paced back and forth in the bathroom doing breathing exercises. A part of you was scared to go back to the table because you were afraid of what you might find. Jinyoung’s brains might be splattered all over the table. After a while of hiding out, you slowly eased your way out of the bathroom. You peeked around the corner, checking to make sure the man in black wasn’t around. You were able to still see Jinyoung sitting at the table, checking his phone. You breathed a sigh of relief ready to walk back when you were shoved against the wall. You came face to face with Yoongi and the look on his face said that he was rather pleased with himself.

"Here we are.” He stated sarcastically.

“What do you want, Yoongi? Isn’t your date waiting for you? Or isn’t Mina waiting for you to tell her how much you love her?”

He chuckled. “Jealous? All because her place in my life?” You tried to break away from him but his grip held you in place.

“I may not fit into your life, Min Yoongi. But you don’t belong in mine.” You tried to remain calm but you could feel all the pain and anxiety just waiting to break loose. “Let me go.”

“No. We haven’t had our talk yet.” He stated, checking you out from head to toe.

“What do you want?” You pleaded, feeling your eyes water.

Out of nowhere, Yoongi lunged forward attacking your lips with his own. He kissed you roughly breaking away to kiss all over your neck. You didn’t even have time to reaction or brace yourself but your body was already ready for him. Your mind flashed to Jinyoung and you immediately froze up. You couldn’t do this. Not in when you’re on a date. Not when you’re standing in a small narrow hallway with Yoongi where anyone could walk back and see you. You lightly tried to push him away. Not only were you fighting against him, but you were fighting against your own body as well. It was more than ready to welcome him back and welcome all the pleasure he brought.

“Yoongi… Yoongi wait.” You gently pushed on his shoulders. Yoongi stood straight and forcefully turned you around so that you could see out into the restaurant. Your eyes found Jinyoung as he waited patiently for you to return.

“Do you plan on leaving me to go back to your pathetic date?” He growled in your ear, pressing his body against yours while grinding his hard cock against your ass. You briefly shut your eyes enjoying the feeling. “Do you really think that Jinyoung Park can satisfy you like I can?”

You felt his hands work its way up your dress to your panties. He pulled them down your leg until they were resting at your ankles. One of his hands grabbed your bun, yanking your head back to expose your neck. His other hand was already back under your dress, working its way between your legs. You weren’t sure if he eased your legs apart or if you voluntarily spread them for him. Either way, he found exactly what he was looking for. His long fingers played with your clit, pinching and pulling at it before he let his fingers travel to your opening. Just as he predicted, you were already dripping down your thighs. Yoongi leaned his head forward sucking and biting harshly on your neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed how this pussy purred for me.” He breathed out softly.

You almost missed what was said because you were so caught up in the movement of his fingers. Once again, your eyes found Jinyoung and you could see him checking the time on his watch while looking around. Your mind wanted you to stop but your body was in control. It had shut down all the requests from the brain to only focus on one thing. You close your eyes as Yoongi thrust his fingers inside you. You could feel the anger behind his actions and this time when he spoke, you could hear it in his voice.

“I thought you said you belonged to me, y/n!” You moaned out from the pain to your hair but also from the pleasure of his fingers. “Maybe I should remind you.”

Yoongi removed his hand and replaced it with something thicker. He pushed the head of his cock between your folds before he thrust forward, burying himself deep in your walls. You both moaned out as he stretched you. You held on to the flat surface of the wall as he slammed into you over and over causing you to groan.

“That’s right, y/n. You’re mine. Let me hear you say it!”

You saw Jinyoung get up from his seat and immediately you became alert. You feared that he would walk to the back to where you were and catch you in a compromising situation. Yoongi could feel your body tense up but he only fucked you harder. By now, a small puddle had formed under you and tried not to slip in it as you braced yourself. He was pounding away at your spot and you could feel yourself getting lost in ecstasy.

“Let me hear you say it!” Yoongi repeated roughly. He could feel you tightening around him.

“Fuck,” you squealed to yourself. All it took was one final thrust for you to cream all over his cock. “I’m yours! FU-”

Yoongi held his hand over your mouth as you came undone in his arms. He filled you up to the brim, letting his cum mixed with yours. You both stood there panting trying to catch your breaths. When he disconnected himself from you, all the cum inside you came pouring out. You stood there trying to grasp reality, trying to come to the realization of what you had just done. Yoongi had already straightened himself out and leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“Give my regards to Mr. Park.”

You could hear the cockiness in his voice and could tell he enjoyed ruining you on your date. He left you there and returned to his table. You stepped out of your panties and tossed them in the trash in the bathroom. With every step you took, you could feel more cum leak from your walls. You tried cleaning yourself up the best way you could. When you were done, you took a look at yourself in the mirror and came face to face with a horrible reality. Not only was your neat bun messed up and your makeup was messy but Yoongi left a big mark on your neck. You undid your hair, hoping that it could camouflage the mark and tried to straighten out your appearance so you didn’t look too crazy when you emerged from the bathroom. You suddenly heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n? Are you in there? Is everything okay?” You heard Jinyoung’s muffled voice on the other side. You felt like shit but still went to him. When you stepped outside, you could see the concern on his face.

“I’m sorry, Jinyoung. I ruined our date.” You thought he would get upset but he just smiled.

“I’m not sure why you changed your look but we could still have our dessert. Then I’ll take you home. You’re probably just tired.”

You agreed because you didn’t want to make this night any worst and you felt as though you owed it to him. You too would be upset if you found out that Jinyoung slip away just to fuck some girl by the bathrooms. Yoongi and his date was nowhere to be found when you made it back to your seat. But you had to sit there the remainder of your date with a fake smile on your face like everything was okay but it wasn’t. You didn’t know what it would take but you made a vow to stay away from Yoongi for good.

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definitelyzoey · 6 years

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FRIENDS: Why we’re still in love with this charming and lovable gang? #SquadGoals.

Friends is a successful American television sitcom, which includes Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc, Matthew Perry and David Schwimmer as part of the show’s main characters. The TV sitcom revolves around the interesting and unpredictable lives of the six 20–30-something friends who live in Manhattan.

The hit series was created by David Crane and Marta Kauffman, and was aired on NBC from September 22, 1994, to May 6, 2004, lasting ten seasons. It has already been 23 years since the show was out and to this day, MY FRIENDS are still loving this hit TV show. I cannot even begin to explain how this show had turned my life around. The six talented actors/actresses had their different kinds of contributions to the show that only the six of them could ever fulfill. And just like any other success story there were a lot of setbacks and struggles for the show but they still pulled through and lasted with 10 seasons.

One of these struggles included Jennifer Aniston and how she was almost replaced for the show due to filming commitments with the short-lived series, Muddling Through. She has people calling her saying that they are auditioning for her part as Rachel Green and she struggled with the back-and-forth from Sony to Warner Bros. for two weeks. Luckily for the 45-year-old actress, Muddling Through only lasted three months so she was able to keep the role of Rachel, but confessed producers almost made her play Courteney Cox's character, Monica. Jennifer said: “They wanted Courteney to play Rachel, and unbeknownst to each other, I wanted to play Rachel and she wanted to play Monica. It worked out perfectly.”

Another struggle for the show was the unexpected rehabilitation of Matthew Perry. Behind the sarcastic and witty persona Matthew Perry played as the famed Chandler Bing — the former "Friends" star was battling a serious addiction to drugs and alcohol. He really opened up about his struggles during the hit show's 10-year-run.He reflected on his routine alcohol abuse and a jet-ski accident in 1997, which led him to the use of prescription drugs. "Here, take this,” the actor recalled of a physician telling him at the time."I did and I felt better than I ever felt in my entire life. I had a big problem with pills and alcohol, and I couldn't stop." Perry was cast on "Friends" when he was 24-years-old and entered rehab twice during his rise to fame. The cast was raking in an unbelievable $1 million per episode."I was on 'Friends' from age 24 to 34. I was in the white-hot flame of fame. The six of us were just everywhere all the time," Perry told People’s Magazine."From an outsider's perspective, it would seem like I had it all. It was actually a very lonely time for me because I was suffering from alcoholism." And though he was having a battle between his use of alcohol and drugs, the cast and the whole production did not allow him to be left in that state and had helped him through his personal crisis and not giving up on him. Soon he had recovered and had gained the weight he had lost and was able to start his life the RIGHT way.

And other few minor things that they’ve gone through were Ellen DeGeneres turned down the role of Phoebe that was played by Lisa Kudrow, the renaming of the series countless of times and the show was originally intended to be called Insomnia Cafe but producers thought it wouldn't catch on. It was then renamed Friends Like Us, and then Six of One before finally becoming simply Friends, and then there was a time where Lisa Kudrow got pregnant and was unable to get out of work so the storyline of Phoebe carrying her brother's triplets was only written because Lisa Kudrow was pregnant in real life and can’t take a time out from filming, another struggle would be the part where some casts like Jennifer Aniston had to work with people she didn’t like and unfortunately for Reese Witherspoon who was signed up for around six episodes, got cancelled because apparently Jennifer Aniston disliked her and asked the producers to fire her.

Some of the other struggles of FRIENDS are actually still present in today’s topics of society like their view about how Chandler's transgender father is often referred to as her birth name 'Charles' rather than her new name 'Helena Handbasket'. Incorrect labels are used when the cast are talking about her, lots of jokes are made about her gender and whether she has a penis, and there is definitely a bigger issue throughout the sitcom with transphobia. Another would be the racial diversity in Friends that had always been a topic of contention. Considering how multicultural New York is, it's interesting that the 6 main characters all happen to be white, straight and middle class - and with the exception of Charlie aka Ross' paleontologist girlfriend, named black characters barely appear for more than three episodes in a row at a time.

Early reviews of the series were mixed; and it holds a Metacritic score of 59 out of 100, based on 20 sampled reviews, indicating "mixed to average reviews." Tom Feran of The Plain Dealer wrote that the series traded "vaguely and less successfully on the hanging-out style of Seinfeld",while Ann Hodges of the Houston Chronicle called it "the new Seinfeld wannabe, but it will never be as funny as Seinfeld." In the Los Angeles Daily News, Ray Richmond named the series as "one of the brighter comedies of the new season", and the Los Angeles Times called it "flat-out the best comedy series of the new season."

But despite those kinds of setbacks the show truly won our hearts with their talented portrayal of their characters and with the relatable and random scenarios in life. And what makes it so lovable is that there really was a connection and a bond between the cast. The writers were also very good and their story lines were very unpredictable. The characters also showed versatility towards the complex situation given by the writer and what’s great is that they had fun and left a piece of them in their characters and how they stick to each one’s individuality.

Rachel Green’s character (Jennifer Aniston) is a naive runaway bride who reunites with her childhood best friend Monica and relocates to New York City, Rachel gradually evolves from a spoiled, inexperienced "daddy's girl" into a successful businesswoman. During the show's second season, the character becomes romantically involved with her friend Ross, with whom she maintains a complicated on-again, off-again relationship throughout the entire series. Together, the characters have a daughter named Emma.

Monica Geller’s character (Anne Cox) is a chef known for her cleanliness, competitiveness and obsessive-compulsive nature, Monica is the younger sister of Ross and best friend of Rachel, the latter of whom she invites to live with her after Rachel forsakes her own wedding. The two characters spend several years living together as roommates until Monica begins a romantic relationship with long-time neighbor and friend Chandler, whom she marries. Unable to conceive children on their own, the couple eventually adopts twins and moves out of their apartment into a larger house in the suburbs.

Phoebe Buffay’s character (Lisa Kudrow) is a masseuse and musician, notable for her offbeat and sometimes ditzy behavior. She was Monica's roommate before Rachel. She plays guitar and sings at Central Perk. During the show's ninth season, Phoebe is introduced to Mike Hannigan, played by actor Paul Rudd, by Joey, and the two begin a romantic relationship. The two later get engaged, then married. She is the daughter of Frank Buffay and Lily Buffay and her birth-mother's name was Phoebe Abbott. She has a twin sister named Ursula Buffay. She can speak several languages like French and Italian.

Joey Tribbiani”s character (Matt LeBlanc) is portrayed as promiscuous, and dim-witted, but good-natured, as well as very loyal, caring, and protective of his friends. He's a food-loving womanizer who has had more luck with dates than any of the other group members. In contrast to his "ladies man" personality, he has also a marked childish side. He enjoys playing video games and foosball. He loves sandwiches and pizza. He is a big fan of Baywatch. As a struggling actor, he is constantly looking for work. He was ordained as a minister in "The One with the Truth About London", and officiated at both Monica and Chandler and Phoebe and Mike's weddings. He does not like sharing food and has difficulty with simple mathematics.

Ross Geller’s character (David Schwimmer) is a paleontologist and has a Ph.D. from Columbia University. He is known to refer to himself as "Dr. Ross Geller." An ongoing theme of his narrative arc is his romantic feelings toward Rachel Green, an infatuation that began in high school. A theme of Friends is their on-again, off-again romantic relationship. His character is considered by many to be the most intelligent member of the group and is noted for his goofy, pathetic but lovable demeanor. He is a compulsive liar to avoid arguments or situations with conflict, often leading to an arcing story line within a show. His relationship with Rachel Green was included in TV Guide's list of the best TV couples of all time, as well as Entertainment Weekly's "30 Best 'Will They/Won't They?' TV Couples".

Chandler Bing’s character (Matthew Perry) works as an IT procurements manager with the specialization "Statistical analysis and data reconfiguration," but loathes it. In Season 9, he quits his job and Monica helps him secure a job in advertising through an old colleague friend of hers.Chandler is Ross Geller's roommate in college. Chandler met his friend Rachel Green while celebrating Thanksgiving with the Geller family during his first year at college. On a tip from Monica, Chandler later moved to Apartment #4 in Greenwich Village, Manhattan, across the hall from Monica and her roommate Phoebe Buffay. Actor Joey Tribbiani moves in with Chandler, who becomes his best friend. Chandler has a very good sense of humor, and is notoriously sarcastic. He is the highest earning member of his friends circle on account of responsible income management, having learned the value of money from a young age. He suffers from commitment issues, but later marries Monica. He is afraid of dogs.

Their individuality and great personalities had really captured our hearts with every episode. I had never known a cast that had been so well fitted for each other than the cast of FRIENDS. They all just mix and complement well with each other. The beloved show has been greatly accepted and admired by over 2 generations already and it will continue to be loved by the generations to come. They had won over several awards both for the show and for the characters individually in which they have been given the chance to earn over 22 MILLION per season! They became so wildly popular and everyone just adored them and I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.

After 10 seasons of laughter, some tears, and some more laughter, "Friends" still remains one of the best shows to ever air on television. It has been nominated over 60 times for an Emmy, and won six. We could all agree that the reason behind their success was the connection and relationship these individuals have and their commitment to their work and how much they love portraying the roles. We could all see their essence through their characters and how passionate they are with their acting. And what makes this show believable is that they show their differences and still work things out. I don’t see them acting to be honest, what I want to believe is that they really are the characters because most of the time, everything they do seems so natural and life-like that it seems impossible for me to believe that they are just pretending. From the Chemistry to the relatable issues. They all just seem to be real to me.

Their presence and the whole show makes us want to be part of their gang. No matter the difficulty or complex their situations are, they’re still together and moving forward. And as I watch their last episode, I was in tears for I felt like I was saying goodbye to my FRIENDS. I felt like I grew up with them and that connection will forever remain and be shared with others towards the years to come. The show may have ended years ago, but it’s spirit lives on. And I wanted to share this post for others to know how amazing I think they are, and how billions of people have been touched by this adorable group of friends who will always be in my heart drinking coffee while sitting down on that big old couch inside Central Perk. With their success and their downfalls, I will always say I am proud that they’re MY FRIENDS.

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philosophiums · 7 years

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Closing Time - TFCFansgive fic

This is the fic that I did for @curlyhairedneil through @tfcfansgive. Hopefully this turned out alright!! I won’t lie, I really super struggled with the prompt, because we all know I’m not one for fluff writing, but this was... admittedly a lot of fun once I finally figured out where I wanted the story to go.

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Neil doesn’t know what to do on a snow day. Not that he considers this much of one. There’s barely a dusting on the ground, hardly enough to even call it snow. It’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, if not later this evening. He doesn’t get it. Classes – canceled. The whole school – shut down. Even Wymack, the betrayer, had called off Exy practice for the day. It’s not that Neil doesn’t get that, regionally, this is a lot of snow. It’s not even an inch, but to people who live here, who make a home in the south east, this is an abomination. Neil’s been here for three years – has called himself a Fox for three years, holy shit – and they’ve never called a snow day before. It’s unprecedented.

And yet all Neil can see when he looks out the dorm window is a lack of ice and perfect running conditions.

“We’re not going out there,” Andrew says from his spot on one of the bean bags. Kevin is at his desk doing homework. He’s been grumbling for the past fifteen minutes about stubborn coaches and unreasonable fathers. Apparently, not even Kevin could win Wymack over. The court is closed to them.

He should take a page out of Kevin’s book and get caught up on some homework. His chemistry is falling a bit short, but it’s fine because he’s still managing to maintain his GPA. Neil’s already done the math for that. He’d still be eligible to play even if he gets a low D in the class. And thank god, because Neil doesn’t understand the subject and his tutor is atrocious.

“Do your homework,” Andrew says as Neil drops down onto the sofa beside him, heaving a great sigh of boredom.

“No.” Neil stares at the ceiling and then at Andrew’s lap, debating.

“Yes,” Andrew says, and Neil can’t tell if it’s to maintain their argument or if it’s an invitation, but he takes it as the latter and settles down with his head on Andrew’s lap. Neil likes the way Andrew’s eyes track his progression all the way down until he’s on his back, neck at a bit of an uncomfortable angle, but it’s fine because Andrew is watching, looking. It makes Neil warmer, as if it wasn’t winter outside at all.

Kevin puts in his headphones and turns on an Exy game. Neil had known that the homework wouldn’t last long, especially since it was for his literature class and not any of his three history classes. It’s still nice to know that anything Neil says to Andrew and vise versa will be in confidence.

Neil waits for a staring comment from Andrew, but what he gets instead is a hand in his hair as Andrew returns his attention to the television. Neil doesn’t know what’s on, doesn’t care. He watches Andrew the way Andrew watches the show, taking in the reflection of the screen in Andrew’s glasses only to the extent that he likes the way the colors play on Andrew’s amber eyes beneath the lenses. He hums when Andrew takes to lightly scratching his nails over Neil’s scalp, and Neil likes the way Andrew’s jaw works like he’s trying impossibly hard to restrain himself from looking at Neil at all.

There was a time in his life – a long, long time – when this, here with Andrew, wasn’t even a thought in Neil’s head. It wasn’t even a fever dream. Neil knew his life was running and running and lying, was new identities and his mother’s backhand when he fucked up their backstory. Teenage hormones had gotten him a secret kiss that had turned out in the end to be not as secret as he had thought – and nothing special anyway. It hadn’t been worth the beating, hadn’t set off anything inside of Neil that kissing Andrew had – does.

Kissing Andrew is… different. It’s something Neil is afraid will be taken from him one day, something that could be used against him. Every kiss could be the last, every moment like this could be taken away from him so quickly, so easily. His father is dead, Lola is dead, Romero is dead, but there are so many, many others. And on top of it all, there’s Ichirou. Neil could wake up one day and his life could be in ruins.

So when moments like this come – no classes, no practice, an invitingly comfortable Andrew to lounge against, Neil knows better than to wish for anything else.

Neil tracks time by episode changes. They’re all half-hour segments, short little skits that Neil still finds too long and uninteresting. The tropes are boring, and Neil hates how poor the acting is, how the information is never tied together properly and how most of the “facts” are presented through a screen of bullshit. The plots are predictable, all following the same arch, the same path. The jokes are subpar and bourgeois. He’s never asked why Andrew likes them because it never seemed relevant; there were more important truths to be shared.

“Why do you watch them?” Neil asks during a commercial break. Andrew mutes the television and looks down at Neil. “If I spewed half of the nonsense coming from these shows, you would knife me.”

Andrew gives him a look which clearly tells him to not be so dramatic and then returns his attention to the still-muted television.

Kevin swears into the silence, then mumbles something about the stats of the game he’s watching. Neil picks up on the scribble of a pencil and wonders if Kevin is going to assign him this particular game to watch at a later date – tomorrow, most likely.

“I watched them in juvie,” Andrew says, pulling Neil’s focus where it should never have strayed from. The position of his neck is getting uncomfortable, but he doesn’t dare move. If he pulls away now, Andrew might stop talking, and Neil would rather die. “It was always funny to me,” Andrew continues in a humorless tone, “that the detention center allowed us free range on the television for an hour each day, but most of my foster homes wouldn’t even let us look at their screens.”

Thinking about Andrew’s past is never fulfilling for Neil, in the same way that he would rather never think about his own past. It happened, it was awful, and he doesn’t want it to keep affecting who he is today. Neil was never allowed to watch TV shows either, unless it was the news or it was a requirement for class – and those were usually documentaries. It was only when Neil showed up here, rooming with Seth and Matt, that he was allowed television. And despite Neil never taking advantage of Matt’s open invitation to watch sports other than Exy or Allison’s near-insistence that Neil watch some reality show with her, Neil can empathize with Andrew, with the juxtaposition of gaining a freedom in a place that should have been his prison.

But, for all of the hideous events that they have survived, television is not something worth weeping over.

So Neil snorts derisively and gives his head a small shake. “And of all of the channels available on cable network, you chose this one?”

Andrew blinks quickly enough for Neil to count it as surprise. Of course, Andrew chose the channel in juvie. Andrew has been frightful since day one, and Neil doubts that Andrew has ever allowed himself to be weak. Juvie would have been the perfect opportunity for him to bulk up, to punch someone hard enough to knock a tooth, to gain some semblance of control for the first time in his life.

It’s not surprising when Andrew tugs at Neil’s hair, signaling him to sit up. It’s also not surprising when Andrew immediately stands and makes his way to the kitchenette. But Andrew’s crooked finger is intriguing enough to unfold Neil’s legs and get him off the sofa. He glances just once at Kevin, sees his nose mere inches from the screen, and decides to just let him go blind.

Andrew pins Neil with a yes or no the second he’s in the kitchenette. The answer is yes, always yes, and Andrew’s mouth is a fire trying to fend off South Carolina’s poor excuse for a winter. Neil winds his fingers through Andrew’s hair to tug him along as he backs himself into the counter. He likes being here, something solid at his back and Andrew at his front. It doesn’t feel like being pinned for dissection. It feels… good. It feels like home, like reassurance, like Andrew’s hot breath against Neil’s wet lips as they break apart for a quick grab of air.

They don’t need words, don’t need misguided and ambiguous ‘thank you’s. They don’t even need to trade one calm assist for another.

Andrew kisses Neil once more, just as intense but not for as long, and then pulls away.

“We’re out of ice cream,” Neil says, half-amused when Andrew beelines for the freezer. They haven’t eaten supper yet – fuck, they haven’t even eaten lunch yet – but ice cream is an easy way for Andrew to, well, cool down after a mention of his past. Andrew stops before his fingertips even brush the freezer’s handle. Neil waits for Andrew to open the door, to double check as if looking for himself might make the ice cream appear, but he’s mildly surprised when Andrew instead turns back to Neil. Being the recipient of trust is still a new sensation.

“Who ate the last of my ice cream?”

Nicky did. “I don’t know,” Neil says, and he knows that Andrew knows he’s lying. But Andrew doesn’t call him out except to frown a little deeper. “We could always go get some.”

That suggestion is greeted with indifferent eyes and a simple, “It’s snowing. Everything is shut down.”

“I’m sure Walmart is open.”

“That’s in Columbia.”

Neil shrugs. “Good thing you own a car.”

“I’m not going to drive in this weather.”

Neil has a close call with a humorless scoff, but manages to pass it off as a hitch in his breath. “It’s just a little snow, Andrew. Haven’t you ever driven in snow?”

“No,” Andrew says, immediate and honest. “But you have.” It doesn’t have to be a question.

Once more, Neil shrugs. “That’s not a very interesting story. Just some shitty cars, some grinding gear shifts, and some snowy mountains.” Maybe Neil owes Andrew for the story about juvie, but that doesn’t mean he owes it now. It could be a debt, something to pay later when Andrew needs something from him versus simply wanting something.

“To Columbia, though?” Andrew asks, and Neil gets where he’s coming from. “It’s just ice cream.” And it’s a long fucking drive.

“Not only,” Neil says. “It’s a way to get me out of the damn dorm. I’m dying. I hate being cooped up.”

“So dramatic. Alright,” Andrew says, agreeing just like that.

They don’t bother to say goodbye to Kevin, to tell him where they’re going or what they’re doing. Andrew doesn’t even text Nicky to put him in charge of Kevin. Riko is dead and their deal is off – Kevin needs independence more than he needs protection.

Andrew grabs his jacket and for a half-second, Neil debates shirking his own just to prove a point – but in the end he doesn’t know what point he’s trying to prove, and he, like Andrew, has adjusted to South Carolina’s temperature enough that it does feel chilly outside. He can afford time for comfort, so he puts on the jacket and follows Andrew outside.

The car keys are traded for the cigarettes in Neil’s pocket, and Andrew crosses behind Neil for the passenger side. It takes a moment to readjust the driver’s seat to where Neil likes it, but soon enough they’re on the road.

The snow plows are out. Neil honestly can’t fucking believe it. There’s less than an inch of snow collected on the grass, and the pavement is wet but completely clear. He doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend how an entire campus and surrounding businesses can close down from such a minor inconvenience.

In the passenger seat, Andrew lights a cigarette, but he doesn’t offer one to Neil. More surprised than offended, Neil glances at Andrew.

“Eyes on the road,” is all Andrew says.

“There’s nothing wrong with the road except slow-ass snow plows and the congestion they’re causing,” Neil says. “Can I have a cigarette?”

Andrew seems to debate it, staring stonily out of the windshield. After a moment, he digs out a new stick and lights it. “If we end up in the ditch because of you, you had better pray that the crash is bad enough to kill us both, or you’re paying for all of the damages and buying me a new car.”

“Again,” Neil supplies – unhelpfully, judging from Andrew’s expression.

The interstate is shut down – really? Neil thinks, and flips a U-turn in the middle of the on-ramp – so they take the back roads. It’s freeing, Neil supposes. Peaceful in a way that comes from them being alone on the road, everyone else shut-up inside their homes, enjoying a day off from school or work. Though the snow is melting almost faster than it can accumulate, it’s still pretty as it falls from the clouds, and Neil likes the sheer screen it makes across his vision, something beautifully obscure.

“Do you like the winter?” Andrew asks, and maybe it’s collecting a debt but maybe it’s just curiosity.

“I miss it, sometimes,” Neil admits. “I’ve had a lot of good ones and a lot of bad ones. I’ve seen snow turn red, seen it fall like crisp linens to cover bodies and any traces that my mother and I were there. But I’ve also woken up and seen an inch of frost covering the trees, catching the light.” He wants to say that he’s spent a couple of winters with Andrew, now, and they’ve been the best yet, but he keeps that to himself. “I like the cold. It’s refreshing, makes me feel alive.”

“You have Exy for that.” Andrew digs out the pack of cigarettes, and Neil thinks it’s to hide his bemusement. “I’m not living anywhere that gets constant snow. You’re on your own.”

Neil’s hands relax on the steering wheel as a laugh rolls through him. “Making me choose between you and snow. That’s not fair.”

“I could make it be Exy and me,” Andrew threatens around the cigarette in his mouth, clicking lighter in his hands.

Neil takes the cigarette away and catches Andrew’s eyes for as long as he dares on the snow-wetted highway. “I would choose you,” he says, “without hesitation.”

Andrew looks away. For a moment, Neil thinks he’s lost the conversation, lost their pleasant afternoon. But then Andrew rasps out, “Don’t say that.”

“You think I don’t mean it?”

The slight shake of Andrew’s head would have been answer enough. “You’ve told me once already that Exy is everything to you. Don’t lie to me and tell me you’ve changed your mind.”

Neil puts on the brakes and pulls the car over to the side of the road. He puts the hazards on just in case before he twists in his seat to face Andrew head-on. “Look at me,” he says, and Andrew does. “I mean it. I don’t believe that you would ever make me choose between you and Exy, but if something happened… if the world aligned the wrong way and I had to give up one or the other….” Neil reaches out, stops, and then touches Andrew’s cheek when he nods. “You are the single best thing in my life. That I get to share my favorite hobby – my future job – with you is beyond amazing. But you are worth so much more than that, Andrew.”

They both know what it feels like to not be wanted, to be used and then pushed aside. Neil is not going to let Andrew feel like that anymore, not around him, anyway. But he’s also not about to force Andrew into an emotional conversation so far from home, in the middle of the snow that Andrew seems to loathe. So Neil smiles and hands back the cigarette. Then he shakes his head and pulls back onto the road.

“I’m driving two hours just to get you some damn ice cream,” Neil mutters, as if that should be proof enough. It’s not, but it does what needed to be done. Andrew relaxes and takes a drag, flicking the ash out through the cracked window.

“Stop bitching and drive.” He sounds normal again.

Neil has every intention of bringing up this conversation at a later time, but for now… for now, he’s content to just drive and reaffirm that this is real life, that he’s not dreaming, and that he’ll have Andrew for as long as Andrew will let him.

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chibinekochan · 7 years

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What would the boys do if while they are in a relationship with MC, they begin to feel attraction for another girl? I mean, they're sure they still love MC but another woman appeared. I saw the dialogues about love triangles and I was curious

Of course, let´s see how they dealwith that one -

* I really wanted to suffer today apparently*

Spoilers just in case -

Zen

He got the lead role in this drama and he has to act besides anactress

It is not really a big issue to you, Zen is a professional after all.

The actress is really good and Zen notices that there is an unusualchemistry between them.

It is not uncommon to get good chemistry with a costar but the lovescenes feel more real than they should.

She is getting really interested in Zen as well, she notices thatthere is a bit of a fire between them.

Zen starts to avoid her, since he really not wants to hurt you and hefeels guilty enough with being attracted to someone else.

Zen feels very bad is this situation he not wants to lose his role oryou but he also knows that feelings like these is not right.

You think that Zen has issues with his role and as always youencourage him.

What makes Zen feel even more guilty, till he can’t handle it andalmost cancels his role out of guilt.

When he talks about this with one of his costars you happen tooverhear it and you later ask Zen why he wants to quit his role.

Zen worked really hard for it and it really isn’t like him to give arole up.

Zen knows it’s not right to lie to you, so he admits that he startsto feel attracted to his costar.

It really hurts you but Zen assures you that he loves you and he notever wants to hurt you.

You tell Zen that you trust him 100percent and he should had told youthat right from the start.

Of course, you want to know where Zen stands, if he started todevelop feelings for the woman.

Zen not has deeper feels for her it is a purely sexual attraction butstill Zen feels awful about it.

Since in this drama there will be a lot of scenes with that actress,he will feel extremely guilty when ever he is too close to her.

You understand Zen’s conflict but you also know how quitting willpossibly damage his carrier.

So you ask Zen if he plans to really kiss the actress or if it willbe still an act to him.

Zen thinks for a bit and so far he still kept very professional evenwhen he has to admit the sexual tension between them.

Zen would never dare to break his act though.

You together decide that Zen keeps on playing his role but you keep aclose eye on the actress.

Later Zen figures out that he really is not attracted to the actressat all and that this tension just came from his devotion to his role.

Yoosung

Their was this girl that had asked himout just before you started dating.

He never felt attracted to her thoughsince he already was crushing on you at that point.

Yoosung told you that right away andyou both had forgotten about it weeks later.

Like a half year later that girl cameto class and she was really down.

Yoosung, as the nice guy he is, askedher right away what happened.

Turns out her pet is sick and she isreally worried about it.

Yoosung offers her right away to helpher with what ever he can.

The girl shows Yoosung her cat and hefigures rather quickly out that she needs to be brought to a vet.

There the cat is diagnosed withdiabetics and it gets treated.

The girl is extremely thankful towardsYoosung for this and he feels remembered of someone *heavycoughing Rika*

He keeps on helping the girl with theright medications for the cat and her new diet.

Yoosung feels really useful and youthink he gets abused by the girl but you know how kind-heartedYoosung is so you not think more of this.

Yoosung likes to spend time with thecat and also with the girl.

He soon realizes that he likes her morethan he should and he confesses this right away to you.

Yoosung feels just too bad to keep thisfrom you specially since he really loves you.

You ask him why he likes her and yousee that he feels needed from her and Yoosung makes her sound likeRika.

You see where the issue really lays,you know he still is not really over her death.

You hug Yoosung and tell him it is okayto still think on Rika and it’s okay to miss her.

Yoosung is really glad you canunderstand him so well and he promises to spend less time with thatgirl and more time with you.

He knows that these feelings for thatgirl are completely different from the feelings towards you and he istruly happy that he discovered this.

Jumin

He had to dealwith countless business deals and this one started like many of them.

Jumins father sendhim to this business dinner to meet the CEO of the company his fatherwanted to make a good deal.

Jumin did not carethat the CEO was a woman at all and she found this attitude reallyrefreshing.

The conversationwent like any other till she got a call from her cat sitter.

After that theyboth ended up talking about their pets and the deal was forgotten.

Jumin found hercompany not annoying at all, what was a first for him.

He could notremember when he ever found a business deal more pleasant.

They send longertogether then needed and he actually was looking forward to meetingher again.

On the way backhome he started to feel bad about this.

Jumin neverthought that anyone should interesting him other than you.

He stared to feeltangled up again but he really not knew why he should feel bad it wasnot like he would ever cheat on you.

Still, it was nota pleasant feeling to him.

You noticed rightaway that something was off today he was later than expected and hiscall on the way back felt rather short.

You figured thedeal went not as smooth as expected and you try to cheer him up.

This makes Juminonly feel worth.

Still he has topull this deal threw, even when it makes him really uneasy.

You even offerJumin to come along if that would make him feel better.

Jumin normallyloves it, when you offer thinks like this today it feels so wrong.

What if you noticethat he likes someone ? These feelings are eating him up.

The evening goesless smooth than last time since Jumin does his best to act purelyprofessional and once again the deal gets delayed.

It is good toJumin that he kept his distance but he still has to pull the dealthrew somehow.

It really justmakes it worth how you try to come up with ideas to help him.

Jumin loves you somuch that he hates the thought to hurt you somehow.

You see how sadJumin is and you really want to know what is up and Jumin knows thatyou have all right to know the truth.

So he confessestells you everything that happened.

You think a shortmoment and then ask Jumin if he liked talking to the woman about catsand Jumin agrees.

Then you ask ifthat was all he enjoyed talking about and Jumin agrees again.

You smile and tellJumin that you really don’t see the issue then.

It is not reallybad to enjoy a conversation, there is nothing wrong with talking.

Jumin is not tosure about that but you then insist to look at this woman yourselfand then to deside what to do about it.

Jumin agrees onthat and so the next Business dinner you join them.

During this dinnerJumin figures out that he really has no deeper interest in her andthanks to you the deal finally gets sealed.

Jumin feels muchbetter to not have to see that woman again and he knows he reallyonly loves you.

707

He met her one dayas he was grocery shopping.

She just startedworking in the store and Saeyoung was quite new to go and buy normalfood himself.

He asked her wherethe items are that where on his shopping list and they spend a greatdeal of time finding everything.

Saeyoung found itreally nice of her and from that day on whenever Saeyoung boughtanything they ended up having small conversations.

He finds out thatshe is studying to become an engineer and she loves funny memes.

Of course, hetells you everything and you think it is nice that he found a friend.

Slowly he feelslike he looks too much forward to see her.

Saeyoung enjoys tojust goof around with her but he feels wrong with his growingattraction to her.

He feels evenworse when he not tells you about that though.

You did so muchfor him, the RFA and his brother and he loves you so much that itmakes him feel extremely bad to feel anything for this girl.

He feels like heis lying to you and like he is betraying you.

So he stops goingto that store, he even avoids going anywhere near it.

When you ask himabout that he avoids the topic, you think he might got in an argumentwith the girl.

That makes you sadbut you know that Saeyoung comes to you when he feels bad.

You try to figureout what is wrong by going to that girl but she seems clueless too.

So you askSaeyoung again if something bad had happened at the store.

He feels so badfor hiding the truth that he finally tells you what is bothering him.

It reallysurprises you and you ask Saeyoung if his feeling for you changed.

They not changedat all he really loves you but he also kinda likes that other girlbut he not plans to ever see her again.

It hurts you butyou want to know more about Saeyoungs feelings towards her.

During yourconversation it becomes more clear that she likes Saeyoung for hisseven persona and that he can be only seven with her.

While you loveSaeyoung for his good and his bad sides and somehow Saeyoung f.eelskinda stupid for

Feeling anythingfor someone else

It is not like heplanned on dating that girl or doing anything but talking ,actuallythat was all he ever wanted.

You not find itthat bad but you understand that he feels guilty and decide to spendthe rest of the evening to cuddle with him.

When Saeyoung seesthat girl the next time he knows for sure that it will be neveranything but friendship.

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littleemptyspaces · 7 years

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a glimpse of me & you

A city wide lunar new year festival planned by Orchid Events brings joy to all of Seoul, the heirs to some of Korea’s biggest companies included. Dealing with their own issues of and with succession within their own families, seven young men have only really had each other to share their problems with. They all had similar backgrounds; no one outside of their world would understand.

But the Year of the Rooster has other plans.

one | two | three | four | five | six

The business of eventually inheriting a multi-million dollar corporation one day was not for the faint of heart - even if it was all you've ever known. Away by Kim was a thriving hotel chain that had already lain foundation in Korea's city centres - 50 storey, glittering towers to quaint and homey inns - Japan, and mainland China. It was founded on the idea that one should always feel welcome, no matter where they were from, where they were going, and everywhere in between. These days Kim Yong Chul was negotiating talks to bring Away across the pacific. Today in particular, though, the potential Canadian business partners came to him.

Seokjin and Jeong-Guk sat in the boardroom, on either side of their father, bearing witness to the meeting that was taking place in front of them. At 24, Seokjin was gradually learning how the company was running and how it should be run for the future to come, and was paying keen attention to conversation despite his English being a little subpar. His younger brother, however, would've happily been anywhere else but this boardroom, enjoying the things that 19 year olds did. Whenever Jin looked over at his brother, Jeong-Guk was looking everywhere BUT at their esteemed guests; out the window, at the texture of the leather folder in front of him, at his nails. The senior hotelier would certainty have words for his son later that evening.

“Mister Conrad, we are very thankful that you have travelled so far to meet with us,” Yong Chul said, standing and conveying a bow to the men across the table. Jin hastily stood to bow as well, bumping the table ungracefully as he did. “The pleasure is ours, I assure you,” Mr Conrad answered with a smile, looking also at Yong Chul's sons. “I hope we get to talk again soon.”

With the guests gone, and the requirement to put one’s best face forward relieved, Kim Yong Chul turned his attention to the other two males in the room. “I hope you have learned something from this meeting, boys.”

“Of course we did,” was Jin's answer, covering for his younger brother whom he knew had absorbed nothing at all. Except for perhaps more disregard for the position that he was born into. Nonetheless, Jin didn't want to be caught in an argument this early in the morning. Behind their father, he saw Jeong-Guk scoff and roll his eyes.

“Don't think that I don't know the kind of face you are making, Jeon Jeong-Guk,” Yong Chul snipped, rather incensed that his youngest son didn't feel like negotiations were something he needed to learn. He turned to face the boy. “You may not be the one to inherit Away, but you will be inheriting Jeon Design Group one day. It would do you well not to forget that.” Jeong-Guk grimaced. How lucky for his father and mother to be blessed with two sons. When the Kims of hotel chain fame married their eldest son to the younger daughter of Jeon Design Group, the ultimate business partnership was born. But fortune was not done with this union yet; Jin and Jeong-Guk's grandfathers agreed that it would be best to split the respective company inheritances between the boys.

Yong Chul gathered the folders - his own with ample notes, Jin’s that bore efforts of understanding the meeting, and Jeong-Guk’s that had never been opened - and left the meeting room without another word, sparing no time for his children to get a word in edgewise.

“Jeong-Guk,” Jin began, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “How long do you think you’re going to be able to get away with acting this way?”

Jeong-Guk shrugged, already scrolling away on his phone, catching up on the social media that he’d ‘missed’ in the last two hours. “Hopefully it won’t matter. Hopefully Uncle will find his way in life and take over Jeon Design Group instead of me.”

“You know that won’t be the case.” Jin’s own phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn’t need to check look at to know who it was from. It was from Yoongi, and it was going to be one of three things: an email, a text message, or a voicemail - all pertaining to the latest prank that their friend, Kim Namjoon, would have executed on the poor guy. Yoongi was the only person who would be trying to contact him this early in the morning, other than his father.

“Are we done here?” Jeong-Guk looked impatient now, more than bored. Jin waved him off while he switched his attention to dealing with Yoongi’s problem. Turning on his heel, the younger brother left, aiming to put as much distance between the company building and himself.

It wasn’t that he was ungrateful for the luxurious life, Jeong-Guk reflected, as he drove towards an apartment that was clear across Seoul. He was meeting up with some friends and would hopefully not be called back to either Away or Jeon Design Group for the remainder of the day. The idea of inheriting a company like Jeon Design Group was entirely too daunting for him, at 20, to happily agree to. His friends in high school didn’t have this kind of weight to bear. Jeon Design Group encompassed architectural design, landscape design, as well as interior design, and it was all helmed by one person. His maternal grandfather.

It wasn’t always like this; his mother had a brother that it all would have gone to, but the man drank too much, gambled too much, debauched too much and his succession in the company was promptly shirked. Jeong-Guk knew that his grandfather wouldn’t live forever, but the man was doing quite well for how old he was, and would likely see the day that all of the group’s assets would be signed over to his grandson.

Giving his head a shake, Jeong-Guk pushed the complexities of inheriting the family business from his mind and sped forwards towards his friends.

“You don’t get it, Jin!” Yoongi hissed into his phone, trying not to draw attention to himself from where he sat in the sun-filled cafe. “He set me up on a blind date!”

Min Yoongi was the kind of person who wanted so badly to fall into the background, but either didn’t know how to achieve that or just was bad at doing so. He sat in his dark, high fashion coat and couture turtleneck, sunglasses on, and hand covering his mouth in hopes that he wouldn’t be heard. In short, he stuck out like a sore thumb against the otherwise light surroundings. “Why does he do this to me? Doesn’t Namjoon have anything better to do with his time?”

“Is that all? A blind date?” Jin chuckled back. “I thought he had sabotaged your car again.”

“I think I would have preferred that.” Yoongi looked out the window, at the people enjoying the sun of a clear January day. “I don’t have time for blind dates.”

“Don’t have time? Is Daegu Prime all of a sudden taking up all your time?”

A grimace. “Don’t joke about that; you know I don’t want any part of that.”

“So go on the date.”

“No.”

“Then go to work.”

“No.” “What do you want me to tell you, Yoongi?”

“Get him to cancel it!”

Jin sighed heavily. Yoongi could hear his friend’s shoes moving across the immaculately polished floors of the main Away offices, undoubtedly going to manage his own staff before the lunch service began. “I’ll see what I can do,” he answered, hanging up afterwards.

Somewhat satisfied, Yoongi returned to drinking his coffee. ‘Go to work’ Jin had suggested. He scoffed at the thought. His father was going to make him take over Daegu Prime - an import and export venture - whether he liked it or not. As it stood, he did not like the idea. He wanted more for his life than to track freight in and out of Korea; he respected his father for what he did, what he built, but Yoongi often found himself wishing he had an older brother that would be the one inheriting Daegu Prime.

His cell phone vibrating on the table pulled the discontent young man from his reverie, but he name that appeared on the screen did nothing to lift his mood.

IDIOT NAMJOON: You’re going to like her, I promise.

IDIOT NAMJOON: Just go meet her.

Yoongi scowled. Yoongi: No. I don’t need to be set up on dates by you of all people.

IDIOT NAMJOON: You’re never going to meet a nice girl. I will help you.

Yoongi: I have other things to worry about.

Not long after Yoongi’s last reply was sent, Namjoon was calling him. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“You’re at that coffee shop again, aren’t you?” Yoongi was silent. “You shouldn’t drink so much coffee, bro. Your heart will explode.”

“What do you want Namjoon?”

His friend laughed on the other end. “Jin just called me.”

Yoongi smiled; he could always count on Jin to help him out. Jin was the oldest out of the group of them, and was very much the big brother. If something wasn’t fair, or was rude, or if someone needed help, or just didn’t seem right, Jin would be the one to talk to about it. “What did he say?”

“He wants me to cancel your date.”

“Did you?” Yoongi was already feeling triumphant.

Namjoon sighed. “Yes. He told me that you don’t need help with this. You just don’t want to try.”

“I ‘don’t want to try’?!” the Daegu Prime heir balked. “I don’t have time for a woman in my life! Why don’t you guys get that?”

“What else are you doing with your days, Yoongi? You’re not exactly spending your days in the head offices.”

Again, Yoongi was silent. His friend was right - they were both right - but he would never admit it. “I don’t have time to listen to you preach right now.” Having ended the call quickly, he wasn’t surprised to see a text from his father waiting for him. Sighing heavily, he decided that he should go see what the old man wanted. If his mother was also at the office, it would be nice to see her as well. Yoongi often made himself scarce at home, setting himself up in the guest house rather than in the main house; it was better that way. He couldn’t get into arguments with his father if they never crossed paths. But this of course meant that he rarely saw his mother as well, and he did miss her.

Taking the last sip of his coffee, he stood and straightened out his coat, doing up a couple of buttons to keep the January wind out. As he left, he nodded to the barista behind the counter, as he did whenever he visited the cafe, knowing that it was likely that he would be back later.

“Jae Eun, where’s the invoice for the catering company?” a woman called, across the roughly five cubicles between them.

The young event planner took a deep breath at her computer before grabbing a pad of paper and a marker. It’s been submitted to finances already. You’ll have to ask Won Jae Soo, she scrawled before standing and holding up her sign for the other woman to read.

“Oh! Thanks!” she hollered back, much to Jae Eun’s dismay. She had really be hoping the woman would get the hint and not yell across the office.

Returning to her work, Jae Eun was in the final steps of planning the city wide lunar new year festival. Her agency, Orchid Events, had been employed by the city of Seoul - personally by the mayor himself, actually - to put on a grand event that all the residents could enjoy. He wanted all the vendors and entertainment to be local to Seoul, from Korea, or as close to that as they could get. The budget was enormous and the amount of stress that was placed on the small firm was just as large. All of this planning had started 10 months ago, after people had rested well after the new year celebrations of last year. Jae Eun’s boss, who had hired her right out of university, put her as the second lead, set to oversee a good chunk of what the festival was to offer.

“You’re very good at what you do,” Sun Tae Woo, her boss, had told her at her annual performance review two years ago. “You’ll do very well in this industry if you keep this kind of performance up.”

Jae Eun had beamed. Her boss was seasoned in event planning, having personally planned weddings for some of Korea’s most high profile couples and even a few abroad. On top of that, he started Orchid Events in his last year of university, appealing to the right people, and having the portfolio to back up the plan. Orchid was just him and a classmate at first, but now, it was a healthy forty-five people strong, and that classmate was now his wife. Jae Eun admired the man. She wanted to see that kind of success in her life. This would be her first time taking a key role in an event of this scale. She was put in charge of catering, entertainment, and venues, and so far, she had been successful.

Seoul’s pillar companies had answered her correspondence with enthusiastic ‘yes’s when she approached them about participating in the city-wide festival. Gwangju Sound would send their new upcoming artists to both get exposure and provide entertainment for their would-be fans. Away by Kim was to lend a few ballrooms that were not already booked for events when the weather fumbled. SweetPea would provide the customary new year’s treats en masse, and would also bring in a separate business partner for more savoury selections. Seoul Style, a restaurant run by the family of her dear friend Mi Sun, also agreed to have a vendor booth featuring their popular menu.

Now, with the festival kicking off in less than a week, Jae Eun was double and triple checking the distribution lists, the approved addresses, times, and menus, and the itinerary for the closing ceremony. At times she felt overwhelmed, but it was quickly taken over by the excitement of seeing something she had a hand in go off without a hitch.

Kwang Miiiiii Sun: Hey! What are you doing for lunch?

A text from her best friend vibrated the phone in the pocket of her blazer. Jae Eun pulled out her phone to answer: Jae Eun: Not sure yet. Why?

Kwang Miiiiii Sun: Can you bring me something? I can’t get away from the office at all today.

Jae Eun frowned. She didn’t like that her friend wouldn’t have a proper lunch break, but she also knew that Mi Sun loved her job. Or, she loved yelling at people and telling them they were wrong. It was hard to tell sometimes.

Jae Eun: Sure. You’re going to have whatever I decide to have though.

Kwang Miiiiii Sun: That’s 100% fine! Thank youuuuuuuu <333333

Jae Eun: Take care of yourself Mi Sun.

Jae Eun looked at her watch. Mi Sun’s law firm was 10 min away from Orchid Events. Saving her work, and opening up her internet browser, she began to look for restaurants that were on the way.

Two young men sat silently in plush armchairs, coffees steaming on the table, mid-morning sun flooding the living room of the apartment, and the sound of pages turning intermittently the only thing to be heard for the better half of forty-five minutes.

“The male leads are always so cool,” Jimin sighed, stretching, the manga he was reading high in the air

Hoseok laughed, looking up from the manga he was reading. “Yeah, but they’re always so mean to the girls.”

The two of them looked down at the covers of their mangas; a bright eyed girl with flowing hair and a bright smile filled most of the space, surrounded by bright colours and cherry blossoms. Behind her, a man with mysterious eyes and a cold expression cast a sideways glance her way. “ Winds of Spring” : a popular shojou manga amongst the female population. The males studied the cover a few beats longer, each thinking their own thoughts, before Jimin looked up at his friend. “Do you think we should read manlier books?” Hoseok smiled. “I enjoy these. I like that there’s a happy ending.”

“Yeah…”

Jimin’s father was quietly infamous among the business conglomerates. He had been disowned for both screwing up a huge business deal and trying to cover it up, and having an affair with his assistant. Jimin’s mother was understandably furious, but more infuriated was her father, a congressman, and an influencer in Jimin’s father being disowned. As a result, as Jimin grew up, his grandfather made it clear that he would be the one to inherit the family real estate company. But he also made it impossibly clear that Jimin’s decisions were being deeply scrutinized and compared to those of his father’s. On top of all that, his grandmother was ever prompting him to get married, regularly setting him up with the granddaughters of her friends. His mother was no help on this front either, setting up dates for her son from time to time.

But there was a bit of a problem - Jimin was immensely shy around women. He wanted to be a proper partner, to treat his lady as she deserved to be treated. He just didn’t know how. He read a lot of advice online, and in magazines about “what women liked”. To be honest, it was all steering him in the wrong direction, and now he was painted as a bit of a player, which is the opposite of what he wanted. However, consistency is key, and that was the personality that he maintained in public. It was exhausting - but his mother and grandmother were leaving him alone these days. All he wanted was the kind of romance like the ones he read in manga.

Hoseok clicked his tongue and leaned further back into his chair. “Wouldn’t it be nice to fall in love like this?” he asked, his phone buzzing as he did. He looked at the deviced that sat on the coffee table between him and his friend. The caller ID said it was the front door of his apartment building. “Hello?”

“Hoseok. It’s Jeong-Guk.”

“Ohh! JK! What brings you over?” Hoseok was always happy to have his friends to his place, and equally happy to have a conversation on the phone. “What are you up to today?”

“Can you buzz me in?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah - one sec.”

A harsh buzz on the line and a loud click. As Jeong-guk rode the elevator up to Hoseok’s tenth floor apartment, he stared absently at the numbers climbing as the metal car ascended. He ignored the near constant vibrations in his pocket. It was likely that there would be voicemails and text messages from his father and mother, and probably even his grandfather. He had been avoiding all business related matters with all of the above as of late; the conversations with them always ended the same. “You will inherit this company Jeong-Guk. You need to learn this. You need to know that person” blah, blah, blah. He’d had more than enough of hearing those groups of words over and over.

The elevator stopped, and the door opened, revealing a waiting friend on the other side. Hoseok provided a warm smile to Jeong-Guk before turning and heading back to his place without another word.

The apartment was on loan from Hoseok’s uncle, the CEO at Gwangju Sound. He intended to leave the whole company to his nephew, having no family of his own, and for now the young man was the contact point for talent agents in Seoul, and would manage a new talent when he found someone that he believed in. These days, Hoseok often opened his doors to his friends when they needed somewhere to escape to. The wide windows offered as much healing sunshine as possible, and there were no such things as obligations there. Even his proudest of friends showed up at his front door from time to time.

Jimin handed a coffee to Jeong-Guk when he entered, also offering a smile to go with it. “How’d it go?” he asked, knowing about the meeting that had occurred hours earlier.

“Don’t be nosey,” Hoseok huffed, sitting back down with his manga. “Just let him be.”

“Let’s just say that my father wasn’t pleased with me by the end of it,” was Jeong-Guk’s casual answer. He took a sip of coffee. “Jin wasn’t thrilled either.”

“You shouldn’t cause so much trouble for your brother. He’s just trying to help you out,” Jimin advised quietly as the two of them moved to sit with Hoseok.

“He’s not going to be able to do that forever,” Jeong-Guk commented flippantly. “Since he’s going to inherit away by kim in a few years.”

Jimin frowned. He had always been a little jealous of his friend for having a big brother that wanted him to do well, who took the time to try to teach him things. JK often took it for granted that Jin was available now, because he was right. Away by Kim was going to belong to Jin soon, and then there wouldn’t be any hiding behind big brother anymore.

“Are you guys reading this stupid manga again?” JK asked, picking up the book that Jimin had previously been engrossed in. He flipped through the pages. “Didn’t we finish this series already?”

Mi Sun tapped the end of her pen on the stack of papers that she was currently going through. Preparing for a litigation was not the most enjoyable part of her job but it was a part of her job nonetheless. Witness statements were starting to blur together when the young associate realized that she hadn’t taken any sort of break in the last three hours. She laughed inwardly at herself; her friends would be furious at her if they knew she was taking such poor care of herself. Her older brother would be even more furious.

As if sensing her exhaustion, Park Min Sung, a senior associate, knocked on the doorframe of her small office. “When was the last time you stood up, Mi Sun?” he asked, hands casually in the pockets of his custom suit pants, looking at her through his eyelashes.

Mi Sun’s head snapped up, blinking several times because she had apparently stopped doing that some time ago. “I…” Her brow furrowed. “Not for a while I guess.”

Min Sung chuckled and entered her workspace. “You’re a good assistant, Mi Sun, but you’re no use to me if you work yourself to exhaustion.”

The young woman rolled her eyes and looked back at her work. “You’re the one who put me on this case with you, sir . You’ll have yourself to blame.” She could hear twittering of a few paralegals going by her door, as they always did when Min Sung emerged from his office. He was the office idol, apparently, and it was a hobby of the ladies to try to catch is attention throughout the day. It was common knowledge that he was single and from a good family, which made the twittering near constant when he left the confines of his office. But it made for a very noisy work day if he strolled around too much. It didn’t help at all that Min Sung was fairly attractive - she often had someone visiting her to ask her what he liked and what he didn’t like. As if Mi Sun knew, and if she did, she would never tell. “You should hurry up and get yourself a girlfriend, Min Sung.”

Min Sung’s eyebrows rose substantially. “Wh-what?”

She pointed the end of her pen towards her door. “If you do, they’ll stop bothering me.”

“Who?” “Them. The girls. They all want to be Mrs Park Min Sung.”

The senior associate cleared his throat and looked away. He didn’t have time for dating, and if he did start dating… He looked at his assistant that had gone back to underlining and highlighting important parts of a transcript. “Ha - I have have no time for that, especially if --”

“Especially if you want to become partner. Yes. I know.”

Min Sung sighed heavily, trying to hide his smile; he always enjoyed their banter. It was a refreshing departure from constant formal interaction. He leaned and snatched the sheet of paper away from Mi Sun, streaking neon yellow down the page. “Get up, Mi Sun. We’re going for a walk.”

Even on a break, Mi Sun didn’t have anything on her mind other than the work that she still had left to do. “We’re not going to be ready by the hearing date if we keep taking breaks like this.” She had her phone out and was obsessively checking the calendars she had set for various cases. “This is such a waste of time.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head at the silliness of someone younger than him being so worried about their job. “When was the last time you took a breath?” Mi Sun shrugged, obviously not hearing the question. “Let’s go get lunch, shall we?”

Mi Sun was about to answer that she had Jae Eun bringing lunch for her, but as they rounded the corner, they ran into Cheon Min Ho, the current and more amiable of the partners at the firm.

“Ah! Such good timing!” Mr Cheon said, ushering to Min Sung and his young assistant. “Come here. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Min Sung and Mi Sun stepped forward and bowed politely. “This is Kim Hyun Seok and his son, Namjoon. They are looking to hire our firm as their legal representatives.” Mr Cheon gestured to his employees. “This is Park Min Sung, our brightest senior associate, and his diligent assistant, Miss Kwang Mi Sun.” Mi Sun extended her hand to Namjoon for a formal handshake but he looked at it like she had an extra finger. Instead, he locked eyes and said “Yo” which was followed by a wink.

“Same… to you?” He laughed at her response. She clenched her jaw and turned her attention to Namjoon’s father instead. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Mr Cheon beamed like a proud father. “I hope you will be hearing from Mr Kim soon, Min Sung.”

“He shall,” Mr Kim said with a laugh, pleased with the joviality of the associates. He was a serious businessman, but knew very well that balance was imperative to maintaining a happy life. “We’ll talk to soon, Senior Associate Park. Miss Kwang, a pleasure. Let’s go Namjoon. Let’s have lunch.” As father and son turned to leave, Mi Sun cast a sideways glance at Min Sung. He knew that glance - the ‘I don’t like this client’ glance.

“You could use some faster elevators, Mr Cheon,” Namjoon’s father joked, while they waited.

“We could give them some as a gift!” Namjoon chimed, covering his laugh with his hand. The elevator arrived just then, the doors opening for the passengers. Jae Eun happily hopped out, Mi Sun’s lunch in a bag, but stopped in her tracks. “Oh! Mi Sun! Were you waiting?” Mi Sun’s expression brightened exponentially. “Nope! Let’s go!” She grabbed her friend’s arm and steered her back towards her office.

“Thank you Mr Kim!” Kim Taehyung said, holding his pair of chopsticks happily. “Thank you for inviting me to lunch!”

Namjoon’s father laughed. “Eat up!” He slid a bowl towards his son and to his son’s friend. “You boys should eat enough to not have to worry about being hungry.” Kim Hyung Seok shuffled more dishes into the centre of the table. He watched as the two young men - boys still in his eyes - picked bits and pieces out of bowls and took turns putting them into each other’s rice bowls. He built Kim Group Seoul from the ground up, sometimes forgetting to eat until his wife - girlfriend at the time - said something to him. He didn’t want his son to feel that emptiness in the pit of his stomach as he had. He would give his son something that he wouldn’t have to miss dinner at home for.

“Taehyung, how is your grandfather these days?” Hyun Seok asked, helping himself to more veggies.

“He is well. Still making candies.”

“And your parents?”

“They are also well. They’re on a cruise right now.”

“Wow!” came Namjoon’s interjection. “We should go on a cruise, huh? See some of the world.”

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. “Who’s going to look after SweetPea then?”

Mr Kim waved his hand dismissively. “You’re too young to worry about things like that.”

But he wasn’t. Taehyung was the CEO of SweetPea, the confectionary empire under the umbrella of SilverLux, and it was specifically left to him. His father sat on the board of the main company, and his grandfather and his grandfather’s brother both occupied the role of chairman. For the size of company that it was, it was incredibly harmonious; all disputes were settled fairly, every decision was considered as a board, rather than executively. This method of operation was the source of the corporation’s overwhelming success. With branches in pharmaceuticals, construction, business enterprise, and, of course, culinary and confectionary. Taehyung was around SweetPea for as long as he could remember, sneaking candies as a child, and now managing it. He wanted to do more for SilverLux, but he and the candy company had become synonymous.

“Well, what about Namjoon? Can he just leave?” Taehyung asked, chopsticks tapping his bottom lip thoughtfully.

Namjoon scowled at his friend - all he wanted was a vacation. He looked at his father who seemed to be wheeling the inconveniences of an impromptu cruise around his head. “Ah - he probably couldn’t go either.” Mr Kim gave his son a healthy pat on the back. “Too much for you to learn these days.”

Namjoon sighed, flicking some rice at a smug looking Taehyung across the table. Being the heir to the family company was so much responsibility, and not to be wrong, Namjoon would fully accept that responsibility when the time came. But right now, he and his friends were in the prime of their lives - despite each of them being set up to inherit their family business. All he wanted to do was enjoy this time with them, before duty dragged them away to board rooms and late nights at the office. Kim Group Seoul was up to its eyeballs - in a good way - in business ventures. It was best known for supporting new businesses, putting them under their company umbrella, and making them international successes.The group had made quite the name for itself and it wasn’t at all uncommon to see their simple logo place on nearly everything that could be consumed by the public.

Kim Hyung Seok brought his son with him on nearly all his business trips abroad, having him be taught English on the plane rides across time zones. Now Namjoon was fluent in the western language - better than his father - and was efficiently making correspondence with partners overseas. He excelled in his studies and was passionate about whatever project he took on; Hyung Seok was incredibly proud of his son’s accomplishments and knew that Kim Seoul Group would be in good hands. But as the happy father watched the two young men squabble over the last pieces of kimchi, he couldn’t help but worry. Namjoon had always been carefree despite the weight that sat on his shoulders - would he stay that way? He wouldn’t quite be Kim Namjoon without that particular trait.

“Why don’t you boys find yourselves companions?” Hyung Seok said, his bout of fretting having passed.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchanged looks. “Like… I have Namjoon?” the younger of the two mumbled.

Mr Kim took a casual sip of tea. “No, like girlfriends.”

The young men stared for a moment, trying to find something to answer with. “I… I have lots of girlfriends!” Taehyung blurted, the tops of cheeks turning pink.

Both Namjoon and his father looked at him; Namjoon trying not to laugh. He knew for a fact that Taehyung was not as smooth as he liked to believe. Mr Kim, on the other hand, wore a frown. “That’s not a good habit to have, Kim Taehyung.”

Poor Taehyung’s face flushed a few more shades of red at being scolded by his friend’s dad. “W-well Namjoon isn’t even looking!” He pointed aggressively at his friend beside him.

Namjoon shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. “It’ll happen when it happens.”

Mr Kim harumphed into his tea cup. “Is it going to happen before I’m dead?”

“Dad, don’t you have work to do?”

A slightly inebriated young woman sat at the bartop of Lotus Bar, gazing dreamily at the bartender behind it. He looked over at her and flashed her a winning smile. “Is there anything I can help do for you?”

She sighed and giggled bashfully. “Has anyone ever told you you look just like Kim Seokjin?”

The man’s smile dropped for a moment, but he replaced it with a much faker smile. “No, I’ve not heard that before.” He picked up a few empty glasses from the end of the bar and walked away, peeved.

“Can you believe that? She thought I looked like Kim Chin,” the bartend hissed quietly to his friend who sat on the other side of the bartop.

The young woman he spoke too looked up from her phone and furrowed her brows. “Kim Chin?” She sighed and picked up her drink. “She’s drunk, Se Jun. Let her have her delusions.”

Se Jun glowered. “Do you really teach children with that attitude?”

The woman put her glass down a little more aggressively than she perhaps meant to, causing the ice inside to shift. “Listen, you, dealing with drunk women is a lot like dealing with children. Let their imaginations run their course.”

The bartender coughed out a laugh and went back to work, leaving her to return to whatever it was she was doing on her phone.

Soo Jung sipped on her drink, watching her friend talk to his clientele - both the regulars and new visitors. She liked to watch adults interact with each other. As a school teacher, that average age of the people she talked to was about 10. Children were straightforward. There were no coy games or mistruths. It either was or wasn’t with kids, and the young teacher couldn’t appreciate that more than when she was sitting in a bar at the end of the work week. It was a regular occurrence for Soo Jung to sit at Lotus Bar alone for a while and watch the comings and goings. The school she worked at was closeby, and Se Jun was good company while she waited for Mi Sun and Jae Eun. She had stumbled upon the place when it had first opened, and thought it would be a nice place to meet up with her friends on a weekly basis. It wasn’t too fancy, but it wasn’t too grungy. It was cozy inside without become claustrophobic after a few drinks, and usually the crowd didn’t get too rowdy as the night went on. When she had brought the girls here, and Jae Eun walked through the doors, Se Jun looked as if he had discovered a star.

Once neighbourhood friends, Jae Eun and Se Jun had been very close, sticking next to each all through elementary and high school. But as it does, ambition drew the friends away and their paths hadn’t crossed again until Soo Jung had brought them all to Lotus Bar. She had been very proud of herself for reuniting long lost friends, not failing to remind Jae Eun of her great deed. The teacher’s phone buzzed on the bartop, sliding a bit on the smooth surface. “Hello?”

“Soo Jung? Hey! It’s Jae Eun.”

Soo Jung looked at her phone; it was Mi Sun’s number. They must be on their way, and Jae Eun was calling from the hands-free in Mi Sun’s car. “Are you on your way?”

“Yeah yeah. We’re almost there. Mi Sun just wanted to call you to say sorry we’re late.”

“Min Sung can be a real tyrant when he wants to be!” Mi Sun chimed. “Okay okay okay, we’re like five minutes away. See you soon!”

The girls hung up and Soo Jung smiled. She loved her friends; they were all so different. It was a wonder they got along at all.

“I know that smile,” Se Jun chimed, coming back around to Soo Jung’s side of the bar. “The girls are on their way.”

Wearing ballcaps and keeping their heads down, Jimin and Taehyung chatted quietly at a corner table, as far out of sight as they could be. They were doing a better job at this than Yoongi had, earlier that day.

“Namjoon’s father wants us to find girlfriends,” Taehyung sighed, pouting and resting his chin in the palms of his hands.

“Mr Kim is so nice,” Jimin commented absently, scrolling through the Naver image results of the search he just did. He held his phone out to his friend. “Does this look like I went out and got bottle service tonight?”

“Uh…” Taehyung squinted at the picture. “Not really. It looks like a stock photo.”

“Hmm… maybe I’ll just post a picture of something else then. I don’t have to go to the club every Friday night.”

“Doesn’t your grandmother know a bunch of girls we could date?”

“Don’t even start on that, Tae.” Jimin was scrolling through pictures of the Busan night sky, looking now for a more laissez-faire social media post. “You wouldn’t like them anyway.” He thought about the last female that his grandmother had suggested. Her father was a surgeon, and she was pretty; he had taken her for coffee and was absolutely blown away by how incredibly boring she was. Like she didn’t have any interests at all, outside of what she was told to say.

Taehyung’s phone screen lit up, a text from Jin in the notifications. Jin-Bro: Have you heard from JK at all?

He frowned and nudged Jimin. “Have you seen JK at all? Jin is looking for him. Again.”

“He’s being such a brat.”

“Yes or no.”

“... Yeah… he was at Hoseok’s this morning.”

Tae: Jimin says he was at Hobi’s earlier, Tae typed out. Don’t worry too much, bro. You’ll get grey hairs. When he looked back up, Jimin was still scrolling for a picture. “Do you have any new articles on how to casually talk to girls?”

Jimin looked at Taehyung, and then back at his phone. He did have a new article, but he still couldn’t figure out why this whole ‘meeting women’ thing was so difficult. Neither of them were unattractive - quite the opposite really - and neither of them were incapable of having a conversation. Maybe it was because all their interactions with the opposite sex were, more often than not, incredibly structured, and it didn’t leave a lot of room to actually be a human being. “Yeah. I have a couple new ones.”

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